<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:41:33.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nugget's spot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7308402492704764221</id><published>2009-03-26T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:34:31.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comma Sutra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever fallen in love with someone the moment you laid eyes on him? Have you ever wanted someone so bad - you'd cross the river, run over mountains, fly to the moon just to hold onto him? Wear him? Show him off? Wrap him around yourself only to feel his warm, spine-tingly touch slowly rub against your skin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I present to you my new found love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317178184017117938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/ScppYwHMAvI/AAAAAAAACz8/fyoi7pzuw38/s320/6a00d8345157d269e200e54f1f5f978834-640wi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I want this!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7308402492704764221?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7308402492704764221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7308402492704764221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7308402492704764221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7308402492704764221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/comma-sutra.html' title='Comma Sutra'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/ScppYwHMAvI/AAAAAAAACz8/fyoi7pzuw38/s72-c/6a00d8345157d269e200e54f1f5f978834-640wi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-3910272146122898981</id><published>2009-03-24T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:03:56.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo schelmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Sch3KS03H3I/AAAAAAAACz0/MeNVEymAKFk/s1600-h/1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316630378846822258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Sch3KS03H3I/AAAAAAAACz0/MeNVEymAKFk/s320/1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd most definately love to make one of these very soon! As soon as I find the recipe and time to make it. I couldn't find the recipe, but I did stumble onto this image and it brought me back so many fond memories. Life was so much more easier with Elmo around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-3910272146122898981?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3910272146122898981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=3910272146122898981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3910272146122898981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3910272146122898981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2009/03/elmo-schelmo.html' title='Elmo schelmo'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Sch3KS03H3I/AAAAAAAACz0/MeNVEymAKFk/s72-c/1928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4830205202563351635</id><published>2009-02-05T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:47:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hola hola! How're you guys? This entry must be incredibly delayed, but I suppose it's still pretty early in the year to wish you guys a Happy New Year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been going down? Everything's been going down. Literally. I haven't been able to switch my schooling-mode on eversince our christmas holidays, and that's been causing me to arriive late at school everyday. Every morning's been such a repetition, it's such a sick joke having to run through the front office everytime to sign the late form. Well, I guess it's really up to me to fix my organizational skills up. But school's been really pulling me down and I really don't know why I've been feeling like this. It's really not like me to feel like that, but I think it's fair to say that Chinese New Year is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually my first time ever to be spending Chinese New Year at home in Brunei. It's something. I've been making um-loads of money, and I'm not bragging, I'm just being honest with you. I've never seen so much ang pao in my life and it probably isn't as much as you' readers have ever had, but if I was to compare it to the amount of ang pao I've ever collected in Malaysia, this is like hitting the gold mines. In Malaysia, I'd collect Ringgit. Ringgit! That's double the currency of Brunei, which means it's half as worthy! So over here, it's just so much more.. how you say.. 'Lau Juak'! I actually have open houses to visit, other than my families. Chinese New Year in Brunei is pretty awesome :) It's legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But, this festive season can be rather deceitful. What we see as a time to light our fire crackers to 'welcome the new Ox year' in, and to visit friends and relatives at open houses, to share food and drinks and give and recieve red packets - IS ACTUALLY A TIME WHEN WE PUT ON SO MUCH WEIGHT, PROCRASTINATE AND LEAVE WORK ASIDE BECUASE YOU HAVE TO 'VISIT HOUSES', LOSE A LOT OF MONEY FROM GIVING AND GAMBLING, and why do we call it the 'year of the Niu' when an Ox is not a cow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty confusing at the same time, but I love it! I love the atmosphere, I love seeing money, I love the disadvantages of celebrating Chinese New year - that's how much I love it! I realize that I had just contradicted myself very obviously, but what I had written in my last paragraph is so true. I'm telling you that even when it's decietful, people still come to love the outcome of it. People don't seem to care how much weight they put on, as long as they burn it off after (or maybe it's just me), they don't care how much moeny they lose through gambling because it's 'Chinese New Year'. I guess the whole atmosphere and the festivity of the occasion is so overwhelming, people take it as a chance to forget eveyrhting else. I suppose that's the beauty of celebrating in general!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I've been dreading school and putting work off, because Chinese New Year in Brunei is so Pumpin'! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something for you guys to look at:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299278281844508610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SYrRhUNIx8I/AAAAAAAACzs/2dzYOgqQ2R8/s320/n556770165_2547726_3126%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4830205202563351635?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4830205202563351635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4830205202563351635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4830205202563351635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4830205202563351635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebration.html' title='Celebration!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SYrRhUNIx8I/AAAAAAAACzs/2dzYOgqQ2R8/s72-c/n556770165_2547726_3126%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1041946759037290114</id><published>2008-10-02T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:18:41.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sLaMaT hArI rAyAaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was pretty depressing. I stayed home all day rotting. I seriously thought that I could stay home all day and bum, but obviously not. I literally had nothing to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had football practice this morning but had to come home before football practice ended because my dad had open houses to attend and I"d have no ride after that, which was awesome news because I was not happy at all with the weather. There's hot, then there's extremely scorching heat waves-hot. This morning was beyond that. About an hour into the practice, I started feeling really dizzy, which isn't really cool. I'm guessing the weather will be like that in Phuket too? I'm really hoping it's not, I'd come home like a droned out prune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy my mid-term break had started, I was so excited to bum. I watched P.S I love you and 21 in a row this afternoon before lunch, but now I regret it so much because now I'm left with nothing else to watch. Yeah, so I was relaly excited, everything was chill, until I realized that there was nothing that I could do / wanted to do for the rest of the day. So I realized, shit, I want to go out. My dad left tonight to Kuching, my mum had a dinner party to attend, Jib died with raya, Kai had summoned everyone to his place for poker, and I've never felt so lonely before. It's pretty depressing. I fully charged my iPod last night and I left it on the whole day, the battery bar now shows red. That's pretty sad to think it's been switched on the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I was pretty shit confident that Wednesday was going to be Raya. I think everyone was. Jib texted me at 7 and told me that they sighted the moon. I was pretty frikin happy, it would've sucked if it wasn't I thought, because I was on my way to Gadong by then. 10 minutes after I had arrived in Gadong, my dad texts me and tells me &lt;em&gt;"he he raya tmro&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a text from Jib appologizing and telling me that they have sighted the moon. But it was decided that Raya shall be on Thursday instead. which sucked balls man. Words can't explain how disappointed I was, it was beyond disappointment, it was.. it was dis-fucking-pointment. Yah, original, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. That's my Hari Raya post. Selamat Hari Raya I supposseeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1041946759037290114?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1041946759037290114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1041946759037290114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1041946759037290114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1041946759037290114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/10/slamat-hari-rayaaa.html' title='sLaMaT hArI rAyAaa'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-9178850709744504710</id><published>2008-09-30T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:40:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yoooo. I sorta died out forawhile but yeah I'm back alive. I'm hoping tomorrow's going to be Raayaaa. So HOPEFULLY my mid-term starts tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UPDATE ON IB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The funniest thing happened this morning. I went to the loo to take a piss, haha I know it's the sexiest image ever but refrain from thinking about me taking a piss. Anyway, so there I was right, in a cubicle, and then I saw something written on the door inside. It was written;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;skool rockz by some1 in yr 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm thinking, haha that's cute, Something to read while I take a piss. But then I realized that it was written by someone in my batch. And then all these different girls starting flashing through my mind. There was Ann lau, Jean, Kristy, Yesmean, Cheryl, I don't know, possibly all the girls I could have thought of. And I just can't imagine anyone from my year group writing something like that while taking a number 1... or 2. I just find it the most awkward thing to do, to have a pencil in your hand when you're using the toilet, and to manage to find the time to scribble something real quick on the door before you leave. And I don't know, who the hell in my batch would write "skool rockz" behind a cubicle door? I'm going to look at everyone so differently now, everytime I walk pass a girl from year 12, the first thought that'll spring into mind will be whether she wrote it on or not. It's just one of those things you know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've seen all sorts of different scribbles before, funny how most of them are from the toilets in school. I've seen &lt;em&gt;Hanna had sex here x&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;hafizah is a bitch&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;1 year &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mooks&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mwah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha yeah it's pretty awesome.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mmm. I was out with my dad last night at Taurean, the AAARCH. And we had just paid the bill right, so we were walking out, and my car was parked right next to the outdoor dining area. I walked to a silver car and stood by its passenger door, I got really inpatient so I started jamming the door. And then I realized my dad had walked away. He turns back and asks me &lt;em&gt;EH? WHAT YOU DOING? &lt;/em&gt;and then I realized that I had gotten the wrong car, and that the car was full-on bronze instead. It sucked balls because i think the car belonged to one of the guys sitting on the sides. So.. I not-so-casually walked away. And demanded my dad to speed off. Yeah it was pretty embarassing. But um, yeaaaaah... there's no way I could cover that up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251731228262953010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SOHluixwcDI/AAAAAAAACAM/Dh13Go1ODzg/s320/IMG_5311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-9178850709744504710?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/9178850709744504710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=9178850709744504710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/9178850709744504710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/9178850709744504710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='SIGH'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SOHluixwcDI/AAAAAAAACAM/Dh13Go1ODzg/s72-c/IMG_5311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-5201548848911239007</id><published>2008-09-13T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:33:19.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brat camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hola Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to get my hands around postin a new entry because of school and everything else that's been going on. The good news is though, school hasn't been too much of a drag yet! IB = stlil on pussy level, but the work load has definately increased. And that's probably the hardest part of IB, keeping up with the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the summer holidays ended, which sucks balls. It went by really quick, but I think I spent it pretty well :) The Empire night I was talking about in my previous post went well too! Glad to say that we're having another one tonight hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that we have been able to look forward to when starting school was the Year12 trip to Temburong. We had no idea what we were up for, but I had an idea that we were going to stay at a proper room accomodated with ceilin fans and bunks with matresses and pillows. That was bad enough. We arrived at OBBD camp, and were instantly introduced to our instructors. The group had been split into three teams. Our instructor was named Haji Roslan. He was pretty awesome, at times. He was also pretty shit at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll get straight to the point, becaused I've told the story so many times before I'm beginning to get so sick of the story, it's starting to sound boring. Basically, We didn't know we had to hike 6 hours into the jungle, set up tents and dig our own shit holes, cook maggie mee under a badly sheltered poncho to get away from the rain, sleep in a tent with 3 other people having to constantly wake up to shift ourselves around to either move away from a puddle of water that's been accumlating the whole night or to get around the tree root that we had been sleeping on. We also had to suffer miserably in our tents because it kept pouring and the only source of communication we had with the other guys were literally shouting over our tents. Or singing. To collect water or to wash ourselves we had to climb down the steepest and most muddiest hill to get to the smallest stream ever. We woke up at 6 (not because we had to but because we wanted to), packed up our things, and ran away from the bee infested camping spot. You had no idea how glad we were when we finally arrived at our originial camp base, the OBBD. I literally teared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip did teach some valuable lessons, I'm glad to say that I had appreciated everything else after coming home from the trip. Sad to say, I think the appreciation weared off a few days after. I'm such a brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-5201548848911239007?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5201548848911239007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=5201548848911239007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5201548848911239007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5201548848911239007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/09/brat-camp.html' title='Brat camp'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8436127920563207253</id><published>2008-08-15T13:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:39:15.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs can fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway, as some of you might have heard, I had to postpone the Empire outing to Sunday instead. And I dont know how that's going to work, because Sunday's an odd day to have a sleepover. But since I'd still be on holidays, I'm fine with that. For some of the guys who have school on Monday, it'd suck because you guys wont' be able to stay over. But it wasn't like you guys were going to stay over if I had it on today anyway. Hopefully all you guys would still be able to make it, I'd really appreciate it if you guys do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reason why I had to postpone it was nothing serious, really. I just didnt' want to go to the Empire scaring people away. Azim and Jasmine were a few of the very unfortunate ones which had to witness my eyes slowly swell with agony (thanks for not laughing. And puking.). I had to walk into school this morning because the results were supposed to be out. It wasn't. I had to walk into the office with a pair of sunglasses which were bearly even tainted, and very much see through. Ask the woman whether I could collect my IGCSE results today. She tells me that they were supposed to arrive yesterday afternoon, but they hadn't. So she tells me to ring her this afternoon to check, but then she also tells me that the office closes in 2 hours. Confused to why I had to ring her, I asked whether I could collect it by tomorrow then? She answers, "No dear, the office will be closed then. It's the weekend. You can collect it on Monday instead." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well, Ok dear. Then why the fuck did you ask me to call you again this afternoon in the first place?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As much as I want to show you my eyes, I can't. It's that bad. You might even get it by looking at them thorugh the net. It doesn't help that you dirty little bastards keep asking me to showcase it on webcam for you. It's not going to happen! Here, let me give you a slight picture of how my eyes look at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234625026351117522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SKUfuiwHNNI/AAAAAAAAB_s/KjPY-PDIPGY/s320/Lekkys-new-born%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They were far worse yesterday night. I could hardly see. And I thought I couldn't get more asian. It's the most uncomfortable state anyone could ever be in. Here's what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About 5 days ago, I woke up in the morning to signs of allergies. Normal sneezes and the occasional mucus I'd sometimes find dripping down my nostrils. Not so comfortable. I thought it'd get better, like it always did. But it didn't, and I came back from Gadong that night feeling far worse. I had been to the doctor's that very same day, and it seemed like I had gotten down with a normal cold. Nothing big. He gave me some new Herbal medicane which I took, very obediently, but only to find that I was not getting better at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In fact, for the next two days, I couldn't believe the amount of mucus my nose was producing. It seemed almost impossible. Then I started to feel aches around my face, particularly on my temples and below my eyes, near the cheek areas. I thought I had a tooth ache. I started to feel very flushed around my face too, at one point my face swelled up. I thought it was the dodgy herbal medicane I've been consuming, and that I was probably allergic to it. I went to the doctors the next day, and he told me that I had a sinus infection. Ok. That explained the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He gives me Anti biotics and painkillers to take. And tells me to put vicks in hot water and inhale the steam, it'd clear my nose. So I did. Together with the painkillers and the Antibiotics. An hour later, I thought I was feeling pretty refreshed! I felt no pain around my face, I wasn't blowing so much. It was a miracle! Little did I know, that just about another hour after that, I'd felt bumps building up underneath my eyes. It only took about 15 minutes for it to cover my whole eye. It was not funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the doctors for the third time this morning, only to find that the particular painkiller he had given me has actually been known for giving people allergies. Wait. So... The doctor never warned me about it before subscribing me the pills. What-the-fuck? Anwyay, that was an assholic move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me try to put you in my shoes. Try to give you a clear view of things through my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what you see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234635564511388994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SKUpT8dT5UI/AAAAAAAAB_0/kZcUZqz0jXM/s320/full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what I see. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234635566571293826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SKUpUEIbjII/AAAAAAAAB_8/bMz-pryy2xA/s320/blu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, if you're wondering wehther my eyes were the only reason why I wanted to postpone the Empire outing. It isn't.&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann Lau &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The sinus infection hasn't completely cleared yet and it's still in a healing process, I need lots of sleep to get my mind off the pain on my forehead. It feels like it's about to explode. The doctor was giving me a brief explanation on where the cause of the pain is from, but I wasn't really listening because I was feleing incredibly uncomfortable at that time, and i had hoped that my mom would've done the listening for me instead. He was saying something about the thing which connects the things at my temples to the things at my cheek areas are very narrow, so these things can easily clog up, causing pressure against my temples. Some how the things underneath my eyes are affected too, which causes that tooth ache sensation I've been feeling ofr the last couple of days. Something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8436127920563207253?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8436127920563207253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8436127920563207253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8436127920563207253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8436127920563207253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/08/pigs-can-fly.html' title='Pigs can fly'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SKUfuiwHNNI/AAAAAAAAB_s/KjPY-PDIPGY/s72-c/Lekkys-new-born%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8921308138405894014</id><published>2008-08-10T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:51:31.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARK KNIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I say... Shame on you if you had missed the opening ceremony to the grand 08.08.08 Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics was off for a great start yesterday night! It was very exciting to see all the lights and colours, it had a good feel. It was very refreshing to see eveyrone so enthusiastic about it, especially the chinese who seemed very proud to be hosting it. The opening to the olympics was incredibly breathtaking, for the first 15 minutes. Then I got strangely bored, which is unusual for anyone, but if it helps I was still very amused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just seen the first half to the Brazil vs. New Zealand football match. (Brazil's leading by 2 points). It's like the World Cup all over again! Who knew watching the Olympic events could be so fun.. I had no idea I'd be intrigued by watching a bunch of men cycling on TV. Exciting though!&lt;br /&gt;I did hear that Brunei never got the chance to participate in the Olympics, shame for &lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt;! Sad the government hadn't been able to enter the form on time. Would've been so great to see &lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt; on TV! I was secretly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling a little tickle up my nose, thinking it'd go away, I took a quick shower only to find that I'd come out feeling far worse. I found myself sitting in my living room couch all day flipping through Olympic channels with a box of tissue on my lap, which soon ran out. I feel terrible! I ate all the oranges we had, but I think I've got a bit of a sore throat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Have you seen The Dark Knight yet?!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8921308138405894014?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8921308138405894014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8921308138405894014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8921308138405894014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8921308138405894014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knight.html' title='DARK KNIGHT'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4060176463025315902</id><published>2008-07-06T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:09:46.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I [heart] not waking up to the sound of my alarm nagging me to wake up at 5 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I [heart] not having to worry about finishing off my courseworks or preparing for my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I [heart] finally being able to do things that I've put off over the last couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I [heart] the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is absolutely the best feeling anyone could ever encounter. It's like being pushed off a cliff and realizing that God had gifted you with wings which suddenly sprout out from your sides and help carry you up, and you're flying in the sky pass clouds and planes beside the sinking sun with a flock of birds. It feels free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently came back from a short holiday to Penang. Me and my family mostly stayed at home to hide away from the bustling streets. It was just as traumatizing having to drive down to my Grandfather's home and being caught up in heavy traffic and having to dodge cars which don't drive in neither lanes, but right down the middle. It's hard to overtake cars like that, but we've learnt long before, when being in any place but Brunei, we have the power and every right to actually Honk. Who knew we'd pound our heavy fists of fury onto the middle of our stirring wheels one day? These things actually have a use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4060176463025315902?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4060176463025315902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4060176463025315902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4060176463025315902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4060176463025315902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-holidays.html' title='Summer Holidays'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6751543873980431402</id><published>2008-05-29T10:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:57:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to hide from an air attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; During world war II, the Army Corps of Engineers needed to hide the Lockheed Burbank Aircraft Plant to protect it from a Japanese air attack. And so they did by covering it with a camouflage netting and trompe l’oeil to make it look like a rural subdivision from the air. It's really awesome stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627687908505682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4azTK5eFI/AAAAAAAAB_c/MlGkirTkxv8/s320/le282l34.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627988556216418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4bEzK5eGI/AAAAAAAAB_k/SADCLSVyvhA/s320/00409_acamouflage10jjjj_122_249lo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627245526874162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4aZjK5eDI/AAAAAAAAB_M/iT-7QC547I0/s320/00385_camouflage21ddd_122_1039lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627249821841474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4aZzK5eEI/AAAAAAAAB_U/41TO4VjhJAU/s320/00384_camouflage5ccc_122_65lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4ZcDK5d-I/AAAAAAAAB-k/9L8i0LSJwVY/s1600-h/00382_acamouflage20bbb_122_468lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626188964919266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4ZcDK5d-I/AAAAAAAAB-k/9L8i0LSJwVY/s320/00382_acamouflage20bbb_122_468lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205627241231906834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4aZTK5eBI/AAAAAAAAB-8/_e7gF4ILEsk/s320/00404_acamouflage7ggggg_122_394lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4ZcTK5eAI/AAAAAAAAB-0/_mgTvRWdKeQ/s1600-h/00399_acamouflage1fffff_122_1004lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626193259886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4ZcTK5eAI/AAAAAAAAB-0/_mgTvRWdKeQ/s320/00399_acamouflage1fffff_122_1004lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6751543873980431402?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6751543873980431402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6751543873980431402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6751543873980431402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6751543873980431402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-hide-from-air-attack.html' title='How to hide from an air attack'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SD4azTK5eFI/AAAAAAAAB_c/MlGkirTkxv8/s72-c/le282l34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-2007019918127551061</id><published>2008-05-24T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:39:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wouldn't believe where I'm at right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; am indeed at a spa parlour. I'm in no position to do illegal advertising, so I refuse to state the name of the parlour (Zen), and While my mum's sitting beside me on an oversized leather couch doing a foot spa, I'm taking advantage of this moment by using this incredibly comfortable seat to browse through the internet and what not, with my legs crossed and my flip flops kicked off. I'm so comfortable, I could ask my mum to come here everyday for a 25 dollar foot spa. And I could tag along just so I could sit underneath the dimly lit lights with a book or a laptop, with compliments of free green tea. Life cannot get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the way back home now, with the new Bmobile portable modem, cutting edge stuff. I can now use the internet anywhere and everywhere. But I better go because I'm about to reach my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to donate to the Chinese and the Burmese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-2007019918127551061?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2007019918127551061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=2007019918127551061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2007019918127551061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2007019918127551061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-wouldnt-believe-where-im-at-right.html' title='You wouldn&apos;t believe where I&apos;m at right now...'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-3698561384006139121</id><published>2008-05-23T09:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:21:02.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature plays tricks on us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SDYXojK5d7I/AAAAAAAAB-M/knbPjCN6A4Q/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203372404876343218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SDYXojK5d7I/AAAAAAAAB-M/knbPjCN6A4Q/s320/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The recent storms had damaged the once majestic tree that stood behind my house. There it stood, waiting to be engulfed by a buldozer, little did it know that it'd be weathered down by the strong forces of nature instead. Mother nature can be quite unpredictable, in this case she's casted 'mini cyclones' in Brunei, not life threatening however. Although it did stir a big distress among the Bruneians - people had their roofs whiped out, floods were being drawn into our homes, trees and twigs have been broken off and pushed around like toys by the strong gusts of wind. The main point is, you don't want to mess with Mother Nature's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese clearly did not take that into note, because whatever they did, Mother Nature was not happy. Sichuan China, 12th May, felt the heavy rocks of an earthquake, the strongest yet they've had in 30 decades. A hospital and nine schools were pulled down in Sichuan, phonelines were cut and major highways were torn down. A chemical plant in Shifang city collapsed and sent 80 tonnes of toxic liquid ammonia leaking from the site, together with hundreds of people underneath the rubble - body, limbs sticking out at awkward angles. Death toll reaches 51000, and still making its way up. It's at times like these, where I feel grateful to be living in the equator, where nothing really goes down but everything's still pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burmese aren't too lucky themselves too. As you've all probably heard, Cyclone Nargis hit Myanmar in the 2nd of May, and flattened the city after a period of ten hours. There's nothing much to say because it's all over the news. You've also probably heard that the Government of Myanmar had refused any supporting aid from foreign countries and claimed that they are able to rebuild without any outside help. A French navy ship filled with food and water arrived in the coast of Myanmar, but was given the red light and was rejected for the offer. Whatever the matter, there is always room for donations and I believe that every penny counts. :) Death toll reaches 77,738 and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all that's happening around the world, I've been caught up with my exams and studies. You come to a point where you simply give up and slack. Apparently two weeks is my limit. Now it just feels like I've completely shut down and all information have been shunned from entering my brain. I just hope to get through this battle field in one piece. With Aces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-3698561384006139121?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3698561384006139121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=3698561384006139121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3698561384006139121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3698561384006139121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/05/mother-nature-playing-tricks-on-us.html' title='Mother Nature plays tricks on us'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SDYXojK5d7I/AAAAAAAAB-M/knbPjCN6A4Q/s72-c/IMG_2410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7532840048576288493</id><published>2008-05-21T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:09:51.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heart Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart illegal downloadings through the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to download the right torrent of Jason Mraz's new album. After a few clicks here and there, and a torchering hour's worth of waiting, Abracadabra! - the computerized pop up speech bubble appears imforming me of the completed download. I hear the notification from my kitchen, I snatched the toast and slapped it onto a piece of tissue paper before slobbering some peanut butter onto it and dashing out as quick as I could, almost as if Jason Mraz was going to greet me in person. After a few clicks, Jason Mraz was indeed singing through my very own speakers. The sound of music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very good way to calm down before any exam paper (Science Practicals tomorrow morning).. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202863877293594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SDRJIWTL2MI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Pn5dc5oPYGw/s320/We+Sing,+We+Dance,+We+Steal+Things.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7532840048576288493?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7532840048576288493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7532840048576288493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7532840048576288493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7532840048576288493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/05/mrs-mraz.html' title='Mrs. Mraz'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/SDRJIWTL2MI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Pn5dc5oPYGw/s72-c/We+Sing,+We+Dance,+We+Steal+Things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4624903174690403105</id><published>2008-04-30T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:17:53.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming is a hoax?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haroo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I sit here in my room watching the non-existant sun go down and gladly embrace our very much hard-earned victory for our second match today! I'lll be anticipating for our semi-finals match for tomorrow. We WILL win, people may call me cocky but I call it the magic of sending positive signals towards the game. Just let me remind you, if I don't post a new entry anytime soon, it may be because.. we didn't get through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been busy, I just never finish a post whenever I start one. You know.. it's all these lunch dates with Brad Pitt and shit.. These famous stars! They just never know when to stop calling me, C. Ronaldo booked me for the whole weekend, nothing much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been chilling. Chilling a little too much perhaps, I hate to say it, but exams are in 12 days. We have to come into terms that the exams are going to come, eventually, and we will defeat it like a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Yes.. we will do our very best to creep behind these pests, and when the time is unexpected, we will jump and KILL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was being driven home, I encountered at least 3 houses that were burning leaves. Definitely nothing unusual about that, coming from a person who lives in Brunei. I'm not going to lie, it's a dirty habit we all know or have. My maid tends to do it too, eventhough I've told her several times not to, I think she's gotten to that point where she's just doing it to piss me off. I think she even managed to encourage our neighbor's to do it too, it's survival of the fittest though, and she definitely has the power now. Three maids and a young girl who doesn't think it's right to burn leaves. What chance do I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, but I personally think that there is absolutely no reason to why we should burn leaves, other than wanting to get rid of it ASAP. The burning of leaves actually contribute to several respiratory problems, the smoke that is produced consists of poisonous gasses and dirty particles that are often breathed in. Especially by kids who thinks it's fun to be in the middle of the smoke. I used to enjoy the smell of the aftermath of a firework, so I'd stand infront of a firework that's been lit, and left to smoke and cool down, just so I could feel like I'm on cloud9. My dad stopped me one day after he realized what I've been doing, and always stopped me every since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was the end of my &lt;em&gt;getting-high-on-fireworks&lt;/em&gt; days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When people burn wood, it produces CO2, which also contributes to global warming. Basically, it's not a very healthy hobby. Leaves can dicompose naturally after a period of time, so there could actually be added nutrients into the soil. We can create compost bins so we could use the shit that's been left over as fertilisers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It would be nice to see less people burning unnecessaryly outside their yards.. There's a group in Facebook which says that 'Global Warming is a Hoax!", I strongly disagree with that. I think Global Warming will hit a critical stage where we'll really start witnesing the effects eventually, the only thing we can do now is slow down the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4624903174690403105?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4624903174690403105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4624903174690403105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4624903174690403105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4624903174690403105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/04/global-warming-is-hoax.html' title='Global Warming is a hoax?'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7647461450777839237</id><published>2008-03-15T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:00:18.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumble mumble mumble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9q09uUF7oI/AAAAAAAAB9k/uG8A9197UcM/s1600-h/IMG_9730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177649694113132162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9q09uUF7oI/AAAAAAAAB9k/uG8A9197UcM/s320/IMG_9730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These bitches disowned me.. As a visitor in this house, I demand to be fully served with entertainment and midnight food hog-outs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to type quick because Lau's laptop goes on screensaver mode once it gets left alone for a short while (a short while meaning a few seconds).. and also because I secretly want to sneak Sims2 out to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aah.. the times when we seeked pleasure out from playing nothing more than just the original Sims - satisfaction and no demand for more! We were such good kids, so happy with what already had.. Up until of course the time when EA games started the overloading phase of Sims follow-ups. The first follow-up came, which was if I'm not mistaken.. the party or the vacation one. Then we started craving for mooooooooooore. We became such barbaric beasts. Shame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sitting here and I'm, believe it or not, dreading the holidays(?!). What with the extra classes, preperations, IGCSE finals coming up and what not.. our March break has become sorta like a teacher's sick joke of how to &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; perform a torcher. This, my friends, dominates all the other wussy torcher chambers existing. This doesn't happen in a swift action or it doesn't catch you when you're unaware - you're informed about it a few months before and it sinks into you bit by bit, and as days progresses, we can feel this feeling bloating up. Then we enter the exam room and the feeling tries to escape but can't so it's thumping against the walls of our hearts and we hear our hearts on the verge of exploding. But no, it mantains and refuses to let out. It sits in you like the piece of shit that doesn't get scraped off under our nails or the ant that lives underneath our computer keypads and refuses to move away. The whole thing ends and the feeling is still trapped in there, just waiting to repeat the whole fucking procedure again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7647461450777839237?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7647461450777839237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7647461450777839237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7647461450777839237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7647461450777839237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/03/mumble-mumble-mumble.html' title='Mumble mumble mumble...'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9q09uUF7oI/AAAAAAAAB9k/uG8A9197UcM/s72-c/IMG_9730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-2628956533142389638</id><published>2008-03-11T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:58:40.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've landed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon our arrival in planet earth, we sat in our 'house', or so they call it (sorta like their comfort zone but it's still pretty exposed, but whatever floats their boats - I'd just point out that I could break into any of these houses in a second), and studied the outdoors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people here are friendly.. I would say that their society is still pretty fucked up anyway. I've also realized that people here just lives for food. This makes me wonder how the human kind can be such ungrateful beings.. Particularly in this place I'm in actually, Bru...nai. But that's just been vaguely touched on, I'll have to further study this theory in order to prove it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah Brunai's wonderful and shit but I've landed in several other places around earth and I have to say that Brunai's probably the most non-happening place to be in. It's like they have to make everywhere else in earth mordernized except for this place which I so happen to accidentally land on, I don't know what I did to make my spacecraft malfunction above Brunai but it must've been something really bad. I have to admit though that I am growing quite fond of this place.. It's something about it that sucks me in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So as me and chippert-bang (Chips for short) sat in a segment of the house and looked out the windows (We call it yippies where I come from), we encountered these amazing creatures which seemed relatively similair to the human beings, but that's another thing. We watched them crawl into our compound, but they seemed pretty calm about it - this raises questions by the way about the whole &lt;em&gt;breaking into the house&lt;/em&gt; topic. So I sent Chips out on a mission to investigate these creatures as I marvelled at their actions behind the transparent glass. These were a few snap shots I took with a local &lt;em&gt;camera &lt;/em&gt;while Chips negotiated with them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9Y4WuUF7lI/AAAAAAAAB9M/RRQ5165kqX0/s1600-h/IMG_7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176386784749547090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9Y4WuUF7lI/AAAAAAAAB9M/RRQ5165kqX0/s320/IMG_7818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176394515690679906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9Y_YuUF7mI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ymgD5Xn1H0c/s320/IMG_7823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176397711146348146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9ZCSuUF7nI/AAAAAAAAB9c/ZxVIZxB_CSQ/s320/IMG_7816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-2628956533142389638?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2628956533142389638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=2628956533142389638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2628956533142389638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2628956533142389638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-landed.html' title='I&apos;ve landed!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R9Y4WuUF7lI/AAAAAAAAB9M/RRQ5165kqX0/s72-c/IMG_7818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1551846335672250638</id><published>2008-02-26T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:09:02.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashing the brat within..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R8P47Ida4pI/AAAAAAAAB78/4u9M818I21A/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171250491918312082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R8P47Ida4pI/AAAAAAAAB78/4u9M818I21A/s320/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R8P47Yda4qI/AAAAAAAAB8E/_9Nx1O86p6s/s1600-h/Picture+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171250496213279394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R8P47Yda4qI/AAAAAAAAB8E/_9Nx1O86p6s/s320/Picture+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R8P47oda4rI/AAAAAAAAB8M/ke7qML2p7iQ/s1600-h/Picture+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171250500508246706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R8P47oda4rI/AAAAAAAAB8M/ke7qML2p7iQ/s320/Picture+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey man, it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My computer's been crashing quite alot lately - it dies after I switch it off. It only switches back on after I switch the main power off and leave it for the night. Yeah.. It's pretty messed up, and it always dies in the wrong time. I have to do all my courseworks on my dad's laptop tonight with all my documents saved in the other computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm home alone tonight! With an army of swarming mosquitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Courseworks are getting into me, and I've been thinking how awkward it'd be if we all wrote in essay form in all our blogs.. This would be me essaying a blog post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's highly unlikely that a human mind will have the capability of writting formally in every occasion. It is believed that our mind can only function to work like this if we were to force it, however, it isn't proven to be impossible as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During converstaions with others, we are simply not able to generate such sentences without sounding like a victim of profound mental retardation. Therefore, we have evolved as a society into lazy beings, thus resulting as what we have now as &lt;em&gt;slangs&lt;/em&gt;. The following are examples&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;of what is believed to be the REVOLUTION of certain &lt;em&gt;slangs - What's up? Wazzup? Wussup? sup? sup. &lt;/em&gt;Over time, we have chosen to ignore the question mark at the end - making it hard for some to realize whether they are being asked a question or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In conclusion... Therefore.. Moreover.. Furthermore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Certainly not easy. I'm starting to realize that I tend think better when I'm home alone. I'd dance around naked right now but asian families tend to keep maids. Mine's Belle. She'd freak if she saw me prancing in the living room butt-naked right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been feeling quite alone lately since my sister and brother left. The house has been really quiet. It's still a lovely feeling to come home to knowing that I have a wonderful family though. I think our relationships with our family is very important and if only we could all learn to love our families.. I see it as this; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Love and understand family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. THEN only can we learn and understand our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think our parents play the most important role in our lives, how we are most of the time is how they've raised us up. I think the children that have proper converstaions with their parents are the kids who's parent actually tried to participate in their lives. I feel that participating in a child's life is the only way that trust can be created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Often parents choose to restrict their child's life, which is really pointless because there can be no trust from that theory. This often only leads to a child being rebelious. I guess at this point of life, as a teenager (here comes bratty teenager rants), our parents should take this as a chance to take part in our lives even more than they've always had. Because, you know, at this stage, our hormones kick in and without guidance we can get knocked up and raise a family of 10 at the age of 14 - just stating the obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldn't say I'm being biased, but I think if they continued to restrict our lives at this age, which is I'm sure is &lt;em&gt;for our own good&lt;/em&gt;, it just wouldn't really work anymore. I think most of us tend to think already that we have a mind of our own and we don't need our parents - I hate to break it to you but I think we do. Communication with our parents is the most important..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If we had to lie about something in particular, the trust isn't there. I try not to lie to my parents.. It's hard because my dad gets suspicious easily. It's frustrating sometimes, maybe he'd actually trust me if he tried to talk to me. I try talking to him, but I get &lt;em&gt;lazy &lt;/em&gt;because the attention span isn't there. Conclusion jumping never works in this sorta situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just going around the block.. but yeah true rambles. mumble mumble.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1551846335672250638?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1551846335672250638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1551846335672250638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1551846335672250638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1551846335672250638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-unleash-brat-within.html' title='Unleashing the brat within..'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R8P47Ida4pI/AAAAAAAAB78/4u9M818I21A/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1749315377128183040</id><published>2008-02-17T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:04:14.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------- Forwarded message ----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From: thomas mampilly &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:11766539275476423322@mail.orkut.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11766539275476423322@mail.orkut.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Date: Jan 15, 2007 10:17 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subject: people say its true.. so why not we all make some money.....???To: my friends &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:noreply-orkut@google.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;noreply-orkut@google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please do not take this for a junk letter. Bill Gates is sharing his fortune. If you ignore this you will repent later. Microsoft and AOL are now the largest Internet companies and in an effort to make sure that Internet Explorer remains the most widely used program, Microsoft and AOL are running an e-mail beta test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you forward this e-mail to friends, Microsoft can and will trackit (if you are a Microsoft Windows user) for a two week time period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For every person that you forward this e-mail to, Microsoft will payyou $245.00, for every person that you sent it to that forwards it on,Microsoft will pay you $243.00 and for every third person that receives it, you will be paid $241.00. Within two week! s, Microsoft will contact you for your address and then send you a cheque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From: Udapudi, Bheemaraj (Cognizant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sent: Wednesday, August 30, 2006 10:% AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guys It's workingI have got $10000 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deepak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got 450 $ credited in my HDFC account today only.Yahooooooooooooooooooo!!! hurreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regards,Apurv GangwarCognizant Technology SolutionsVnet: 55269&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hai this is not joke i got 4672$ credited in my ICICI account last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frnds I got $2163 today only.So I am forwading to u frnds Don't miss this chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regards,Sathish kumar.Vnet - 56639&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got $9386. Was shocked!!!Hey!!!!!! Am not joking................This really works!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From: Amit Midha [mailto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:amit.midha@trident-hilton.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amit.midha@trident-hilton.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1749315377128183040?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1749315377128183040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1749315377128183040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1749315377128183040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1749315377128183040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-mail.html' title='I&apos;ve got mail'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4914901653440116972</id><published>2008-02-16T03:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T04:26:13.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Brown always looks like he's about to sneeze..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R7X1IYda4oI/AAAAAAAAB70/7tb84nFTk7o/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167305671831118466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R7X1IYda4oI/AAAAAAAAB70/7tb84nFTk7o/s320/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just waiting for my MP3 player to charge on the laptop, my computer crashed when I came back from Penang. Damn thing took half the space of my table and decides to die in the most crucial time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeking entertainment through watching my dog sleep. He gets these fast twitches in his back limbs, I don't know whether it's safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what your pet says to you? Of course you have, every pet owner does. You know those devices which indicates what your pet's feeling or saying to you? Yeah, they're bullshit. The Japanese are trying to rip us off. Any owner of a dog will know how the dog's feeling through a bark, how hard could it be? Their head's only been inplanted with 3 different emotions - THey could either feel happy, or the desire to chase something, or angry which leads to a motorcycle growl. We don't need a thousand dollar device to differentiate between barks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't worry, in the near future I'll invent my very own non-rip off device which will actually tell you what your dog's saying to you. Wouldn't it be cool if I could produce a small microchip which could be inserted through the ear, and it'd automatically magnet itself onto the brain. And everytime he barks, the messages are changed into electrical impulses which will be recieved by a remote which we keep that translates the barks. Then think about it, we could acutally fulfil their needs and all the pets of the world will be saved! I've got something going on here guys.. I think it'd actually be pretty successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Edison Chen, Edison Chen... What have I got to say to you.. You've disappointed me. After all these years - shit, we were tight man. What's this news about you being a sex maniac? I refuse to believe it! You've exposed Gillian Chung's bush babies, and all you can do is make a terrorist-like video of apology to the public? It's alright, I forgive you. It wasn't your fault..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4914901653440116972?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4914901653440116972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4914901653440116972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4914901653440116972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4914901653440116972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/02/chris-brown-always-looks-like-hes-about.html' title='Chris Brown always looks like he&apos;s about to sneeze..'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R7X1IYda4oI/AAAAAAAAB70/7tb84nFTk7o/s72-c/DSC01818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-5976888206016938276</id><published>2008-02-10T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:31:44.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Penang!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever realize how a font of a context can affect... well, &lt;em&gt;everything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's fantastic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Phenomenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Hey, haha fuck you. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck shit, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. gong xi fa cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chinese New Year this year created a whole new sensation. Everything and everyone's different, I think one week of staying in this shithole has truly been an eye opener. I've lately started to notice the lack of individuality people here have. I also think the whole of Penang was forced into a roller coaster ride from hell because everyone's been driving like puking bastards on the roads. It's either that or they're just lazy. It's as if God had just gifted me with X-ray vision eyes. It took me this long to realize how painful it is to be in Penang. Because shit, how long does it take for anyone to notice these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Armageddon is booming at the back. I'm embracing myself for upcoming tears. It's like sitting on a thrill ride and already have the feeling lingering at the back of my head of my heart plummeting when I know the gaint drop comes. I've never realized Owen Wilson looked bald. Now he just looks weird. I've always realized his crooked nose but now that he's bald he's like the wicked witch from the west. I reckon movies like these create phobias for people like us. Everytime a movie like that comes out, the people who think of names for phobias would get crackin in their non-existant offices. Seriously, who comes up with all these names? I don't blame them for hiding themselves, because shit, they've got the crappiest job in the face of this world next to fruit naming. (Grapples is the new one I heard. Tiny apples which taste like grapes. Damn Americans.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The beggining scene from Mision Impossible II where Tom Cruise is taking off in a plane and a boy notices a rip in the ceiling of the plane. And only when it was pointed out, the plane decided to malfunction and lose control, then eventually crashes. That scene had always haunted me and it has followed me to every plane ride I've gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; into. It frightens me even more when I'm sitting Air Asia. The only person who survives the plane crash of course was Tom Cruise who magically appears on the tip of a mountain who casually clings for his life. I've always taken that as motivation and it has always comforted me to think that I could as well magically appear on a tree top or a mountain even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the past hour I've been applying calamine lotion onto my legs and arms because I've been getting these really bad rashes. I haven't touched one of these pink babies in awhile, its cold texture brings a good feel. Mmm. I think it's the air in Penang, it's so dirty it's even starting to eat into our skins. Have you ever touched sand in Penang? It feels like gravel, or hard concrete except your feet sink in &lt;em&gt;a little.&lt;/em&gt; I've occasionally come across some horse shit as well, sort of like a welcome delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Earlier at night I had lived up to my asian culture by doing some 2 - 3 hours of hardcore karoke with my family at RedBox. If I had refused to, I'd be a humiliation to the asian society. I think the asians are stereotypically known to sing lots of karaoke, I don't know why. The kids in Kelly Clarkson's Idependence video were singing karaoke. I thought it was an international enjoyment. Though I have to say, Karaoke is always ruined by the background videos of women from the 80's slowmotionly walking across a beach preening themselves. How much do you think they get paid to be vain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The rocket's burning up! The rocket's burning up! Bruce Willis is about to die! Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-5976888206016938276?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5976888206016938276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=5976888206016938276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5976888206016938276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5976888206016938276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/02/greetings-from-penang.html' title='Greetings from Penang!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7610734439406839937</id><published>2008-01-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:02:40.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another add to the hundreds of other Heath Ledger posts that're already on the net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R5SwRPO7eaI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ZdYbb2xKvPg/s1600-h/IMG_5436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157941283439475106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R5SwRPO7eaI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ZdYbb2xKvPg/s320/IMG_5436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spiffy's grown quite abit since my last post about him. He's also gotten really picky with his food. I like to think that he's catogorized his food between the expensive bits and the bits for &lt;em&gt;peasant hamsters&lt;/em&gt;. He gobbles down his food like a little glutton. Not even a word of Thanks. Well sometimes Spiffy, just sometimes, I'd like to feel like I'm being thanked for what I'm doing for you. I think I've spoilt you too much. Often the food you eat offers a little more than what a tiny hamster like you usually require. You're getting a little.. Chunky. Uh-oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exams ended two days ago. Yipee - but hault! Things hadn't ended. I see endless preperations for our final exams in the near future. I can sense it. Let me remind myself that things are just about to begin; youth is just a stonefall away from being trashed around like one of those chicks Akon humps on stage. Publicly humiliating and degrading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooooooooooo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When Steve Irwin died, my life collapsed. I couldn't believe that he had died from a Stingray. It was like one of those scenes from a horror b-movie where a kid starts off playing with a butterfly and she gets attacked by a monster swarm of butterflies and catterpillar follow-ups, then the real movie begins. And the whole town shelters themselves in darkness to get away from the (now) giant-butterflies and catterpillars. I remember when Steve Irwin died, I googled stingrays up and suddenly stingrays were the most dangerous creatures of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THEN HEATH LEDGER? First they kill Steve Irwin with a stingray and now they depress Heath Ledger so he could choked himself with sleeping pills?! It's the media I tell you. It's all them. They're behind all this. They placed a highly vicious stingray in the reef which had been trained to pierce holes into hearts, then they tempt Mr. Ledger by chucking pills into his toilet closet and forced him into depression by breaking him and his wife up!!! It's to gain spotlight. Celebrity deaths are depressing. I think more are ahead of us. The media has something planned up. Maybe if they're nice, they'll take away the depression from all of us by killing Britney Spears. &lt;em&gt;Yeeeeeah! 'cos we are Spartaaaaaaans!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going nuts. The buzzing, the ticking. Just get out of my room you bitch! You've been trapped in my room since I had gotten back from school. I have kindly left my doors and windows opened so you could free yourself, but you seem to have a great fondness for my dressing table. Get out you bee creature! I'm this close to whacking you! But &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a little afraid actually...&lt;/span&gt; Your stinger looks fiesty. I hope you get out soon, otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7610734439406839937?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7610734439406839937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7610734439406839937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7610734439406839937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7610734439406839937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-add-to-hundreds-of-other.html' title='Just another add to the hundreds of other Heath Ledger posts that&apos;re already on the net'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R5SwRPO7eaI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ZdYbb2xKvPg/s72-c/IMG_5436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4166372031140146798</id><published>2008-01-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:54:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste never tasted this good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toothpastes are the wonders of inventions. My father tells me everyone had to brush their teeth with charcoal instead when they were younger. I wish they knew how it felt like to grow up with toothpaste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not all toothpastes though. No. There are toothpastes which have tendancies of filling your mouths with spit (Specifically Colgate). Over time, you'd start talking and sounding like a slug's nest had been built on the back of your tounge. Then we get toothpastes in little party packets they give us on the plane if we're flying over a longer period of time. They usually come in little black tubes the size of your thumb. Whenever I'm flying over and away from the Asian region (not often), it feel like a bar of soap had been lathered down in my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like Oral-B. It has never let me down. Although, I have to say, toothpaste comercials do nothing but lie to us. My breath never leaves a trail of minty leaves whenever I talk or huff-a-puff. In fact, if toothpaste stays in my mouth for too long, it may start stinking up even more. If I went on a date with Oral-B breath, it might not go too well. I also don't get beautifully straight teeth whenever I brush them. They look the same as they did before... And I don't know about you, but let me tell you this; when I brush my teeth, my mouth bubbles uncontrolably with foam and spit. As unpleasant as it sounds, it's the realism of it all. Why haven't I once encountered a clean brushing experience like we see in ads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toothpaste and mint comercials give me fake expectations of breath and teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I telling you this? I like to ramble away about something most irrelavent to keep my mind off something. My english exam paper today was pretty chaotic. Not knowing what to expect, I had assumed it'd be the cherry on top of an icecream. I went in the exam room cocky, and came out a different girl. A changed girl. A girl who's pride had been ripped far apart from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I entered the room and the atmosphere instantly stranggled me with axiety! I opened the paper and I scribbled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scribbled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scribbled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I wonder how Mr. Klein pulled making three children off with Mrs. Klein... Hmm... Mrs. Klein is a pretty hot teacher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit&lt;/em&gt;. Fifteen minutes left and all I have are these scraps of scribbles. Will this make sense? Maybe I should re-copy everything. Maybe not. What if I want to? Yeah OK, I think I can make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Five minutes left" she shouts. Well Fuck you, what if I want to stay a little longer for the exam? Wait. What? Shit I can't. I have five minutes left and I've hardly re-copied everything. I think I'll leave this last page out and just hand it in anyway. If they fail me in this paper, I'll re-scribble everything out and tell them they've marked everything wrongly because they didn't give us enough time to write the expected standard of an essay. I'll tell them they've read everything incorrectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm sick of contemplating on the what if's and the what not's. I'd rather forget all about my exams until the results are out. It's like waiting for dooms day. Except in a far worst situation, in a student's case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I better be off now. I'm starting to feel the fustration raging out as I sit here trying to find the end of a sticky tape roll. I think I might have rubbed over it a couple of times now. Why do they have flies patterned around the roll? Was sticky tape invented to catch flies... Why's it stained with a flat smell of plastic... Oh right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is making me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4166372031140146798?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4166372031140146798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4166372031140146798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4166372031140146798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4166372031140146798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/01/toothpaste-never-tasted-this-good.html' title='Toothpaste never tasted this good...'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-2855316803634427334</id><published>2008-01-10T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:03:06.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson for President may just eliminate Racism in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The year's looking promising. After several years of pondering on the idea of how IB is going to be like, I don't think I want to even know at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ribbons popped, the music played, hugs were exchanged, then we go back and enjoy a few moments of happiness, where everyone forgets about everything else, then we meet the MOCKS. The best welcoming to a new year anyone can ever recieve. Of course, Schools expect us to spend our December holidays preparing for our MOCKS. It's only normal to spend Christmas and New years eve running through school notes. I had to drag my weariness to my celebrations, the feeling of dreading the start of school. It lurked within me everywhere I went. The MOCKS are haunting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153526959002319250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R4UBdvO7eZI/AAAAAAAAB7k/33BmQrsv7_o/s320/IMG_6336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2008 has the next presidential campaign lined up for America as well. I'm all for Obama. Fuck female presidents. I didn't think I'd see a black president for another 10 years, so if only they had online voting. I'd be Obama's number one fan. Or Sultan... Can never forget Asian pride of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's strange to think how the presidential campaign in America can effect so many other people around the world. America has become so well developed and done so good for themselves, I've come to think that the whole world has become a little clump which revolves around America itself. Wehre would we all be if it wasn't for good ol' Christopher Columbus? Let's see the whole world drooling over the crowning of the next Sultan in Brunei. It's amazing isn't it, how we've all simply allowed ourselves to be sucked into the whole American Culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think that there is anything wrong with us being so, we cannot help it, but sometimes we have to realise that we've been put into this world with stretchy eyes, which will identify us as the chinks. I don't midn the American culture, but they have made such a great impact in this world, it makes me wonder how everything would be like if it wasn't for America. I can't put this in any other context which will make me sound less like a sort of American Obssesser, but I assure you that I'm not. I suppose in some perspective, we all rely and depend on them, even at the smallest point I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could that possibly be the reason why so many of us put ourselves in the presidential campaign as well? Or any other American events in general. Is it scary to think that America may just be taking over the world? Maybe they assassinated Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I refuse to phraise them and respect them like gods, like I tend to see some people do to any westerners they meet. It's sick. I like to think of it as being intimidated, but I really think that there isn't any reason to be. I don't think any of us should feel intimidated by anyone, because we'd put ourselves down below them and often, we'd boost their egos. And they become cocky shits who deserve to burn in hell. Next time you meet a cocky shit, you better slap it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all comes down to one point of course; it's my eyes. They itch and it's late, I want to sleep. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-2855316803634427334?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2855316803634427334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=2855316803634427334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2855316803634427334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2855316803634427334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/01/michael-jackson-for-president-may-just_10.html' title='Michael Jackson for President may just eliminate Racism in America'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R4UBdvO7eZI/AAAAAAAAB7k/33BmQrsv7_o/s72-c/IMG_6336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8545061818290985800</id><published>2008-01-05T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:22:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Asians...</title><content type='html'>Wah lau. 2008 already.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy new year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Penang for the new years and I have to tell you, Penang is like a mini bangladesh. Everyone's walking on the streets and the lines on the roads aren't visible, so people're driving all over the roads. People are eating curry laksas on the floors, the hocker stores are crowded but filthy places to go to. I just don't understand why I haven't ever realized this about Penang before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Penang by airasia, but through KL first, and arrived at LCCT which is like, believe it or not, Air Asia's own terminal. Whut the fuck man since when did they get their own terminal, they're taking over the world. So we arrived, and usual Air Asia treatment you know, you get off the plane, you walk down the stairs because they they think that if we're paying less, they won't have to give us the walkway into the airport, and like we race into the airport. Everyone's running and pushing like barbarians. You'd think that we'd be a little more civilized than that, but nobody acts like themselves in Air Asia. Taking Air Asia is like an excuse to go barbaric and rebelious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in this like, bus station or something. It did not look like a terminal at all, you see these bums lying on benches at the arrival hall, which I suspect are illegal immigrants or something. People are cutting into lines and shit, and you have to tell them off or push them away. You have to withstand your ground and be one of them, blend into the environment and you wouldn't get pushed around. So that's probably why everyone's so wild over there. I seemed to finally understand why they had to build their own terminal, can you imagine a bunch of air asians running around KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In advertisements and shit, you'd think that everything about air asia's really low budget. And I always thought that the air stewardses are goign to be an ugly bunch, because everytime I saw an Air Asia ad, they didn't look very appealing. But you get into the plane right, and the air stewardesses are all hot. So I was thinking, Whut the fuck? Why's everything so opposite in this place. So you see them hot and stuff, and you'd think that hey, maybe they're nice, maybe they'll give us extra service, maybe they'll give us some free food, but I was just wrong man. They are just as rude. Everyone's fighting for their seats and stuff, you get people who don't know the rules on te plane, I honestly don't blame them for their attitude that was being thrown onto us. But if you're going to be rude, then you might as well just work at a hocker restaurant. We're paying less but we still gotta get some good service running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny because we were landing and I still had my mp3 running in my ears, the air stewardess came and pointed really aggresively into her ears, I reckon she was indicating for me to switch it off or something. But she did it really rudely, and I would've switched it off for anyone else, but not for her. So I told her that it was already switched off, I just have my ear phones in my ear. And she totally ignored me and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, and Nicholas reckoned that the reason why we shouldn't leave our handphones on are becuase the phone services wouldnt' know how to charge us, not because the plane panels has the same frequency as our phones. So we left our handphones on, and... we didnt' crash and die. I also don't understand why we have to have our seats back up right, so what we always do is when we get into a plane, we lean our seats down to the same level so the air stewardeses wouldn't notice. You should probably do that too. But we all got caught once, and it was just funny becuase we all had to push our seats up. How obvious was it that we were trying to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Air Asia, everything's so hectic. You get these white poeple who're so confused, because they don't understand the whole system. So you get these guys who take their anger out on the asians. And these asians will allow them to becuase sometimes they think foreigners are much more superior than we are. So we were waiting in the express line, and this white guy was taking his anger out on the she-man who was working for air asia, because he didnt' want to wait in the other line. and it was crap because he then cut infront of us. And my sister mumbled something about people cutting in, and he turned back and told us he was there first and told us to 'SHUT THE FUCK UP', fcking bogan. A whole conflict was created, it was pretty exciting. but the she-man came in and told him to 'calm dowwn~~ it's okee~ i gib u express ticket u must paay~" and that was the end of it. The white dude seriously thought he owned the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't understand the whole paying to get into a toilet system at Malaysia. Who wants to pay to use a crappy toilet. And those poor people who have to spend the rest of their lives sitting outside a toilet collecting money... If we're paying to get into a toilet, it should be of a better condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm back in Brunei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8545061818290985800?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8545061818290985800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8545061818290985800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8545061818290985800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8545061818290985800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2008/01/air-asians.html' title='Air Asians...'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7334536349333505451</id><published>2007-12-24T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T03:59:06.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's funky...</title><content type='html'>My room smells. It's that smell which builds up and eventually stenches the whole place after you leave a wet carpet in the room for a period of time. I'd probably describe the smell as the smell of dead rats and lizards. Perhaps a little durian around its edges, and a whooping fine twist of SHIT! In this case though, it's a fucking towel. Who knew such a small item like that could achieve such wondrous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My towel's been in my room for quite some time now... I've been using it, and racking it, then re-using it, then racking it. I have an appalling habit of re-using everything that my maid hasn't thrown into the wash for me (excluding underwear and sweaty clothes). I wouldn't say it's being unhygienic, I would like to think of it as more of a fear of having to share my stuff with other people. I dont' want people to use my towel, or anything sanitary for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible how we build these little bonds with our possessions, we don't even know it. I've managed to build a bond with my towel, I don't even want to let it go. My toothbrush is my savior. My life revolves around a toothbrush. Seeing it being thrown into the bin after it's been frayed is like... letting go a piece of me. Months with that toothbrush and it never once let me down. But of course that piece of me sprouts back alive once I find an even better-newer looking toothbrush. Then the cycle starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never share my lip balm with anyone. It's just inhumane man. Lip balms are very personal and it's been on my lips and everything, it's not right. It's sick if anyone ever thinks about sharing anyone else's lip balm. I get fairly paranoid whenever I have a flavoured lip balm and people ask whether they could sniff it. A million and one things instantly run through my head. I start to think what if they sniff out and nose particles are blasted onto the tip of my lip balm. Or the other way around, where they sniff in and to think that they're sniffing in what's been on my lips.. just makes me feel dirtier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not directed to anyone in particular, it's just me and my paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes back to the whole public toilet situation. Public toilets should not even exist, they're a sick joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into a toilet today, the smell was... Indescribable, it was bad man. But I told myself I haev to mantain decent manners, and remain calm for as long as I can hold my breath. Gadong mall has a reputation of not having any tissue paper what so ever in their toilets, so the only cubicle which had toilet paper was the cubicle which someone decided to leave some shit in. I should've known why it was the only cubicle with toilet paper in. It was either she was being really inconsiderate for leaving the lid and door wide open, or she was just being really honest. I don't understand why they always have to leave bits of shit floating around, and not just a clump of shit instead. They always have to make it look like they have diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy shit, did you guys know that the kings, queens and jacks of different suits had different poses and significance? That blew my mind this morning man. I was playing with a deck of cards and I realized... that they all looked different. And the little men in the google home page, they're nearly achieving soemthing. I can see something building up... so all eyes on the little men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7334536349333505451?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7334536349333505451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7334536349333505451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7334536349333505451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7334536349333505451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/12/somethings-funky.html' title='Something&apos;s funky...'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-205204171483546525</id><published>2007-12-19T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:05:56.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Industry's gotten confused</title><content type='html'>Shayne Ward is in Wikipedia... What were they thinking. He of all people should not deserve a place in Wikipedia. He is the definition of being disgraceful to the whole music industry. He is like the hair I find in my food, the cherry I find on my perfectly good Sundae Icecream, the strange taste of cold pizza in my mouth. He ruins my appetite and is indeed a pest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of entertainers you find in the entertainment business; the people who sell their looks, and the people who truly succeed by merely entertaining, and do good in what they do. Perhaps I'm being a little bias.. I suppose looks do matter in the entertainment business, but I think that they shouldn't single-handedly rely on that feature. It is a job, and they'll have to work for it. Their looks will wither away one day, and they'll be nothing but pixelated paparazzi shots ocassionaly streamed across your TV screen with headlines of "SEX ICON TURNS INTO ALCOHOLIC WITH BEER BELLY THE SIZE OF BEACH BALL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I personally do not respect entertainers who make money simply by their looks; excluding models. Of course. Hence, I do not respect Shayne Ward. His music is the worse yet. His lyrics don't even make sense. And he has a tendency of showing us his non-existent packs whenever he has the chance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;If That's OK With You&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you look without your make up&lt;br /&gt;I had a girl before we met but we broke up&lt;br /&gt;Theres something 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;that makes me want to step up&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Which is like sort of saying "You're my rebound girl, let's hook up"&lt;br /&gt;If he's trying to impress the females, I must say he is failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His music video consists of all these sexy girls flooding some party, and they're all preening Shayne as he walks down a corridor. The lyrics and the video don't match. Where's the girl he was going to keep the neighbors awake with? It was all a very messy situation I don't want to ever involve myself in again. Watching him was a roller coaster ride of goosebumps, once it's up, then it's down. Majority of the time, it was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna keep your toothbrush at my appartment&lt;br /&gt;Make a second set of keys&lt;br /&gt;and ask you to move in&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yeow. That's creepy. So, he's there dancing in a room with a bunch of people, in his buttoned down wear, giving us some of chests. It's... Painful, to see him trying to dance. Don't get me started on his other video, the previous one where he's dead and singing to his lover who cannot see him. I remember watching six sense and being so tricked into the whole twist of the story, but concepts get old quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Shayne sits on a table and serenades the hot lover, but she looks dazed and confused. Within seconds, naturally, you'll realize that he's dead. But willing to watch on, because you think that your theory cannot be it, and you're just waiting to be proven wrong, you get disappointed vastly when they state the obvious. When the girl walks to the grave and flashbacks shoots through, attempting the old 'HERE'S THE TWIST!' trick. Shayne also attempts some of those 'Bold and Beautiful' stunts, where the scene is really dramatic and expressions; exaggerated. Y'know how they usually look into the camera, and go "I..... LOVE you" *dramatic music*. Shayne does a lot of that in this music video. He's once again sent me high on a roller coaster ride of goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145553708699580770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R2it1fO7eWI/AAAAAAAAB7I/rpC9oDhYni4/s320/ew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performers like Michael Jackson would pour his heart out, so hard that we'd actually cry watching him perform. He was perhaps the last music legend in our time. Now we're getting all sorts of singers who don't, (I feel) respect music. Rather like, using it as an advantage to be on top. Most dont' even earn their status.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-205204171483546525?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/205204171483546525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=205204171483546525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/205204171483546525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/205204171483546525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/12/music-industrys-gotten-confused.html' title='Music Industry&apos;s gotten confused'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R2it1fO7eWI/AAAAAAAAB7I/rpC9oDhYni4/s72-c/ew.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1786620051817761310</id><published>2007-12-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:06:42.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann explores the milky way</title><content type='html'>Dear Sunny Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a rough night. Snuck into mama's room yesterday night and snuggled right up beside her. I'd almost forgotten the sweet distinct smell the bed's been perfumed with. The smell I once adored; sheltered me with comfort and protected me from the scary boogie woogies that lived underneath and beyond. This time, it was the smell of having her beside me. May it be being relieved or gifted, I cherished it finely. I took in a big breath, and never have I remembered loving the smell so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took much shifting and blanket pulling until I had finally settled on the perfect cold spot. But little did I know what the night had laid out for me. Constant kicking and tugging shattered my perfectly sleepy thoughts. Ocasionally, mama would lift the blankets, and I'd feel the strong gusts of wind prickling against my legs. Wakes me up and pierces me with anger, but not to worry. I tend to sleep it off. I've learnt to forgive and forget. Perhaps years of sleeping on my own bed had alienated me from mama's bed. My dreams that I had planned out had disappointed me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of an old lady next door who asked me in to play Big 2 with her. She was white. And we lived in the country. I wouldn't think it was too random, the night before I had several games of Big 2 with Jean and Jon. It had sort of left me in a Big 2 sensation, in fact I have to say that I'm craving for the game right now. Yeow. No, I'm afraid I didn't have the chance to explore the universe like I had so ambitiously planned. But the night's looking unrevengeful, it will do me good. I just know it wouldn't dare disappoint me again. This time, I'll dream of flying across the milky way... Pass the great wonders of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun light had eagled through the windows, which had left me in a half alarmed-half near to puking state. I get that a lot, I tend to feel like puking whenever I'd just woken up. Don't tell me I'm the only one... I had cleared my eyes and duh'd into the bathroom at 8 this morning, only to find more hair on the floor. I'd like to twist my sadness and metamorphose that into anger. Though I have to say, the feeling of sticking together is simply withering away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a resolution plan for the year 2008. I've never had one of those before... Perhaps I should place "Stop embarassing yourself" as one of my first resolution points. I have had one too many of those this year, it's just time for a change. In fact, I had humiliated myself today as I found myself trotting into Arthur's home earlier with a Christmas hat on, with a goofy smile I often wear around, only to find his whole family and others gathering around a dining table infront of the door. I was as duh'd out as Jasz and HM were. We had not only disrupted their dinner, but mortified them with my shiny christmas hat. I found myself skipping up the stairs after uttering a soft "Hi Uncle..." and realizing an answer wasn't given out. I'm not the girl to give up, so I had automatically shouted a "Where's Arthur?" when I most obviously knew where he was... I felt down-right stupid because I had noticed I was already halfway up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sunny Sunday, I hope you leave Glorious Monday with a schedule list. It's her turn to babysit me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1786620051817761310?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1786620051817761310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1786620051817761310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1786620051817761310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1786620051817761310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/12/ann-explores-milky-way.html' title='Ann explores the milky way'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6955545801683190639</id><published>2007-12-16T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:42:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling a tad chilly today</title><content type='html'>...with a slight pinch of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up to the sound of my alarm this morning at 6.30. I had almost forgotten; this morning was the day my family drives off to dominate Mount KK, but of course leaving me and Mama Bear at home to 'miss out on all the fun', they like to call it. Aaah.. I absolutely cannot wait to see them come home with aches and what not. The joke'll be on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took ages until I finally got out of bed. Uncombed, Unbrushed and Unhappy, I managed to stumble down the stairs, but only to find that nobody had woken up yet. But of course my Chipsies, who never fails to wait for me. I should've known better. My family has a tendancy of being late for everything. Except for Mama. She always complains about our disorganization. It drives us nuts, because her nagging never does any good. Yet it is a women's instinct to carry on and on about the same thing; just placed in different context each time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had waited downstairs with my Chipsies for half an hour until I finally dozed off. I had placed myself in such awkward positions just so I wouldn't do so, but yet again I had failed my words. I was convinced I'd wake up. Then when I finally did, it was 2 hours later, and I had missed seeing them off. Damn! I should've known better again, my family also has a tendancy of being grumpy whenever we've been called up, so we've come to realize that they're better off sleeping anyway. I had once again, disappointed myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sick of disappointing myself. I have to say that, being the youngest in the family was rather enjoyable.. for the first few years of my life. Then I had started to realize that despite all the love and kisses I have gotten, they were all little steps that were slowly keading me into being a young spoilt teenage girl. It definately isn't anything to be proud about. Convinced I'd shoot up one day from my little sprout, from the way things are going at the moment, the idea of that is a little vague. When I say sprout, I mean being taken seriously in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the youngest in the family, I have figured that it'd be a little more challenging to be taken more seriously. That I will have to try even harder to prove myself towards them. It's a constant strive to be better than my siblings, everyone gets that with their siblings. I often find myself comparing my actions to theirs. Their attention span with me is of the size of a pencil, sometimes it's a little hard to communicate with them. It is perhaps our age differences, their wit and inteligence is far off my scale, but this is why I love talking to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that my behavior towards everything has come through family events. My self-consciousness had come from such a young age. 1996, a hash activity was taking place and I remember walking down the stairs with the only uniform we had left, an oversized shirt that had draped over me like a blanket. My father and siblings had laughed so hard at me when I had reached the bottom of the stairs. It was tears and sobs from then on. Thing is, I remember being humialated at such a young age, I still don't understand why. I like to describe that event as a mad nightmare, and I still remember it as one. It was like walking down through curtains and lights, then I had been plonked onto center stage only to find myself surrounded by laughing mad cows. Massive humiliation infestation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often my brother forgets that respect begets respect. A decent conversation with him is rare, they'd probably be moments of him smiling or when he's not in his usual 'mmph' mood. So I find it easier to talk to him a day or two after he comes back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recent catch up's with my English Novel 'Things Fall Apart' helps. I've been reading outside lately, I have only just started to realize the beauty of nature, and reading outside relaxes me well. Through the good of it all, there is somewehre in my house an army of mosquitos which has been planning an assasination of my whole family. They wil one day kill us all with their blood sucking snouts. I dream that one day I'll find them and kill them all with a single kick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144277197174569298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R2Qk2vO7eVI/AAAAAAAAB7A/DdGmi-3JMkU/s320/snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaah.. Tis' the season to be jolly! As for the tad chilly-ness, It is that time of year again. Not to worry! Brunei hasn't decided to snow yet, or have any christmas spirit whatsover to that matter, but it is this time of year where I like to pretend that it is snowing. Too many, December is the month to enjoy the spirit of giving. Spend time with their family and friends, singing Christmas Carols and puting up Christmas trees. I've always had a picture in my mind that Christmas is when everything brightens up, songs and jolly people flood the streets, and of course I've always wanted snow. But when you grow up here, you come to realize that Christmas in Brunei is like Summer in Alaska. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Decembers are always hectic. It is when last minute gift shoppings are done, and my Christmas's... not so Christmasey indeed. My fantasies about my perfect Christmas spent are always crushed by last minute plans for dinner and disappointing gifts I have bought for people. Never have I ever reached my expectations of gifts I should've given others. This year isn't lookin too good, my budget box has a limit of about 50 dollars, perhaps I will plant a vegetable garden for my parents. Though I have to say.. Not so easy when you share the same garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better get to bed, I have a whole dream list lined up. I'll dream of climbing Mount KK with Papa and my siblings. I'll dream that I will be treated more maturely in my family, and I'll also dream that Brunei will snow, and Christmas will show. I'll dream of exploring space and beyond. It's a wild thought, but a thought which one day will come through. Trust me, NASA's working with me. In my dreams. Of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6955545801683190639?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6955545801683190639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6955545801683190639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6955545801683190639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6955545801683190639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-feeling-tad-chilly-today.html' title='I&apos;m feeling a tad chilly today'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/R2Qk2vO7eVI/AAAAAAAAB7A/DdGmi-3JMkU/s72-c/snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6147816862835438426</id><published>2007-12-12T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:20:44.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANN'S CYBER NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY, 3 puppies had been abandoned and left on a flowerbed by the local gym in Kiulap. Witnesses had claimed that they have heard much yelping and howling since the night before, but had not the heart to collect them as they had hoped that the irresponsible owners would realize their wrong doing and would eventually come back for them. Fitness Zone staff members had tried to live in denial, and ignore the fact that 3 puppies had been left upon their responsibility. As they were too busy rock climbing and phone chatting by the registration counter, they 'had not noticed the puppy's constant crying for food and help'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few mornings after, May Lee; a gym member, had heard the dog's cries. She explains that she had collected the dogs in good will, and hopes that she'd find the perfect home for them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I know my family can't keep them, but we have to find homes for these puppies, they're far too young to be out there alone, otherwise they'd die." May debates. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All three puppies are confirmed as females, clearly pulled away from their mother.. and milk supply at such a young age. For more information about the three puppies, contact Ann. These dogs are good dogs. Happy dogs. Small dogs. They are looking for responsible owners to take them in, not a dirty hag who'd dump them by the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Ann Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like my article? Someday, I hope to write for Borneo Bulletin. Hopefully I'll make it big.. Well, yeah. Three female puppies were found, and we took them in, and we want nothing better than to look for a good home for these puppies. They had clearly been abondoned by an irresponsible owner who did not want to bare living with more dogs, but if you wanted to keep male and a female in your house, you have to live up for the consequences, and not dump them by Fitness Zone like a fucking coward and flee so the responsibility can be left for someone else. If you leave them there and hope they'll die by the flower beds, then you are a dirty bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that this is probably a big problem in Brunei, strays and abaondoning and whatever other animal cruelty this sick place is filled with. I understand that the dogs are breeding like mad cells, but if you are willing to take them in, then perhaps you should treat them with love because animals deserve a life too. If you want stray animals to stop wandering around Brunei because it's 'Inconveniencing' you, perhaps you should stop taking random dogs in so they could be your guard dog, then letting them breed more and abandoning them by the roads because it's too much hassle, but hey, let's dust it off our shoulders by letting it get run down by cars and trucks. Perhaps, instead of sending in complaints into the opinions page in the newspaper, you should do something yourself instead of depending on others to start something up. You pathetic losers, your complaints do nothing but irritate us. As if we don't already notice the problem? Perhaps instead of ramming the dogs down whenever you see them in the roads, because you get so angry that they're there, or because dogs have become so much of a taboo in the muslim religion, you should think twice you sick.... inhuman.. object..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to know that the animal shelter was being set up, which is great news! Until I heard.. of course.. that all they do is put them to sleep.. I understand that nobody is willing to adopt them, because for wahtever reason, possibly because they're stray dogs. But, my god, try putting a poodle or a chihuahua up for addoption, check how many phonecalls they'd get then. It's great for the society that hey, finally they're doing something about these pests, they're killing them so they would stop rummaging through our garbages, and my goodness we're doing the dogs a favour anyway. We'll put them to sleep so they don't have to live yet another day suffering and dying, but how do we know that we're donig them a favour? There could be a possiblity they would rather live stray than to die. Why of course, who cares what the animals think, we're at the top of the food chain and we're doing this for our own good. But I also have to be realistic, If nobody is willing to adopt them then we can't possibly put them back in the streets, I suppose the best sollution is to actually kil them, I know.. I know.. it's heartbreaking, but that's what they actually do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that they are strays because of us. We led them to being strays, and we're letting them be. Then we want this to stop, because they're pestering us, but we're not doing anything about it.. so we.. just really want to stop our own wrong doings? but we make it sound like it's the animal's fault that they can't find any elsewhere to live. But how're we going to do it.. if we're not doing anything.. really. The animal needs more cash for making a shelter, perhaps we could think about that and make some donations. We have to understand that these animals are under our responsibility, and they are depending on us. Whether we like it or not, we'll have to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the three puppies, I'll post photos up. They're so adorable.. If you're willing to take one in? or all three, that'd be awesome. If you know other responsible pet lovers as well who're looking for a dog, hehe come to me! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thinking... ann-theman.blogspot.com instead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6147816862835438426?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6147816862835438426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6147816862835438426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6147816862835438426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6147816862835438426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/12/anns-daily-news.html' title='ANN&apos;S CYBER NEWS'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4051221694298159814</id><published>2007-11-30T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:58:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting a Modern Suffragette movement</title><content type='html'>I've been motivated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How've you guys been doing? why of course if anyone out there is actually reading this. How I wish I knew who my viewers were.. y'know what all the bloggers need? A box at the side which indicates who the people are who're visiting.. like if everyone had webcams which are left on 24/7, then I can scan through the box and look at you guys reading it. but I must say, that's just some michael jackson stuff right there. I'll be the creepy perv getting OG's from looking at you guys through the webcam.. ha-ha but of course I'm not like that. Gee, no.. of course I don't seek pleasure through live-webcam videos, my god that's just sick. Same goes to porn! Shame on you for going on R-rated websites! Porn on internet or videos.. or PICTURES, my god! are simply signs which show how desperate and pathetic some people are out there.. How do pictures turn you on.. They aren't even moving. Shit, can you imagine having to try to puzzle up the pieces in your head? Make your own story up from the picture you're holding. I suppose that's the whole fun behind it.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sick shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got anything against it haha, but one thing I definately don't understand is, why would anyone ever want to expose their body in such manner through videos and pictures? It's just... wrong. Having sex for the pleasure of the viewers.. y'know people who watch porn, i reckon.. are just people who wish they could be put in their position, and who hopes to some day have a crazy sexual intercourse with another. People are actually proud of it too, which is.. perculiar.. they're actually proud of watching porn. I suppose it's become sorta like a trend now, but I find it so wrong for girls to allow their bodies to be exposed like that in this society. I could start like another one of those suffragette movements thing, hahah fight for the rights of women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, that &lt;em&gt;'I got it from my mama'&lt;/em&gt; song by Wil.i.am.. that head tingly song sung by Blackeyedpea star, that catchy song which is being constantly played in [V] countdown, the first song I've ever heard which made me personally, feel like a friggin' object as a female myself. haa-ha.. I wish he died. Am I the only one who thinks this song is offending? I've never thought of Black eyed peas as musically talented, their songs are good club songs I suppose.. good tunes to dance to.. catchy driving songs.. but basically all their lyrics don't mean a thing. They steal tunes and add in a few rip off lyrics and their version of their mix. That song was.. technically using us as.. an object really. He's comparing our bodies god dammit, and if I'm ugly shit, my mum's ugly shit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe cause you’re blessed with the beautiful buns.Maybe cause your beauty keep the dudes on sprung,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuttup will you, keep your eyes to yourself! Shame on you! sigh. We dont' want you telling the world who has better buns, and whether they're beautiful or not.. Throughout the whole song, I was pretty pleased.. until I heard;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And if her mama real ugly,I guarantee ya she gon’ be ugly like her mama." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which just got me wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dont' know how the topic led to porn and what not.. but that wasn't what I wanted to blog about, but I've lost my motivation, so there you go for now. I need a new layout.. mm.. Perhaps Azim might help me out on that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4051221694298159814?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4051221694298159814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4051221694298159814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4051221694298159814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4051221694298159814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-starting-modern-suffragette-movement.html' title='I&apos;m starting a Modern Suffragette movement'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4129350925659737698</id><published>2007-11-15T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:29:28.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late 'Summer' celebration</title><content type='html'>Beach party next Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Goooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Jonshim's organizing, hahahaha and I'm helping him make it happen. PLEASE make it happen, it will be a nice catch up session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go if we don't know you as well.. oh no, it wont' be awkward at all.. having unknown people in the beach with us.. eating our food.. talking to our friends.. no.. won't be awkward. Not one bit.. So yeah go ahead if you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring volleyballs and footballs and whatever else! If you have beach buggies.. that'd be pretty awesome.. yeah.. if I dont' know you and you have a beach buggy, PLEASE come. We're friendly people, we like people.. with beach buggies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4129350925659737698?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4129350925659737698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4129350925659737698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4129350925659737698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4129350925659737698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/11/later-summer-celebration.html' title='Late &apos;Summer&apos; celebration'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6625465097989378853</id><published>2007-11-08T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:55:09.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertising post</title><content type='html'>Battle of the Bands, Friday 9th from 7pm - midnight. Go! You don't want to miss out.. ONLY the best bands are playing. Linkin park, Incubus, Smashing Pumpkins.. just to name a few.. It's going to be the ultimate head-banging event. I'm personally more of a Sheng and Azim fan.. hahaha it's only going to be 5 dollars a ticket. Fill the hall up!!!! BOTB needs YOU! Keep in mind, no smoking within school grounds! unless you're out of the school. Hope to see as many of you there tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and Ann Lau's new blog just got launched! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annlau-13.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.annlau-13.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dont' want to miss this one too right? Here's a sneak peek.. "i get home is to sign in MSN; i like typing on the keyboard. Mind..." oooh.. how exciting! Let's see how long this blog is goign to last Ann.. hahahHAHAHA ok sorry I'm sure it'll last long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6625465097989378853?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6625465097989378853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6625465097989378853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6625465097989378853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6625465097989378853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/11/advertising-post.html' title='Advertising post'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7844030849518465186</id><published>2007-10-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:04:38.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Mistakes</title><content type='html'>In my last post I was wondering wehther it was possible to get wisdom teeth at this age, because I suspect I have one making its way through.. and it erally does hurt shit. It is the most excruciating pain ever!! I had a dentist appointment today with Leslie (he's a man.. and dont' ever go there! you'll find out why in a minute), i've never been to him before.. to be honest I've never made it a point to go to the dentist every once in awhile, and if I do go to the dentist, it'd be a different dentist everytime. I'm never happy with the dentists here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Leslie ong is the worse dentist ever!! I was so fustrated the whole afternoon. If this is actually a tooth that's coming out, I am DEFINATE it is the wisdom tooth. Dont' ask me why I have it at 15, my teeth just can't wait to mature. So I went into the dentist, and the FIRST thing he said when I saw him was,&lt;br /&gt;"You're only 15 lah how can you get your wisdom tooth.."&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine how convinced he already was once he heard my dad tell him over the phone why I'm making the appointment. He thinks I'm 15 and he's already taken for granted that it can't be possible to have a wisdom tooth.and when he checked, he took the quickest glimpse and said "THIS is not your wisdom tooth, you see. When a tooth is erupting, it will cause your gums to swell. There are two things you can do.. You can leave it... or cut the flesh out so it'd grow faster"&lt;br /&gt;"oh. uh.. I'll leave it. thanks.."&lt;br /&gt;Much help... So he suspects it's a tooth, but if he actually counted how many teeth I have, THIS IS MY 15TH TOOTH!! LIke any good dentist would do, an xray would be carried out to see what swelling is caused by, but he thinks it's a normal molar that's coming out.. his appointment merely took 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very angry with that dentist becuase that was total slack man. He's a fully qualified dentist, do what's he's being paid for doing. There was nobody lining up after me, take his bloody time and attend to all his fucking patients with equal manner! I know... deep down.. he was slacking because he was so absolutely sure that this was not going to be a big problem. Just an ordinary kid.. worrying over a really small thing, and making it into a really big deal. But I honestly dont' always go to the dentist and if I do, it has to be important! Well, he doesnt' know that.. but I'm still very fustrated with him. I paid good money to see him! Anyway, tomorrow I'm goign to see another dentist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides that. hahah i've been doing a few stuff that would keep my midn off the pain. I think my blog is in need of PICTAAAAS to brighten it up a little, maybe I'll change the blog layout soon.. I personally am quite happy with this one i have now. It's plain and there aren't any really vivid colours taht make your eyes go flashey and hurty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIE MISTAKES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhnPcE7OI/AAAAAAAAB6k/xPlML3u_4Yg/s1600-h/3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625915199778018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhnPcE7OI/AAAAAAAAB6k/xPlML3u_4Yg/s320/3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhnvcE7PI/AAAAAAAAB6s/tR1WDYCnWyw/s1600-h/4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625923789712626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhnvcE7PI/AAAAAAAAB6s/tR1WDYCnWyw/s320/4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhn_cE7QI/AAAAAAAAB60/Wb8DiRjWAuQ/s1600-h/5%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625928084679938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhn_cE7QI/AAAAAAAAB60/Wb8DiRjWAuQ/s320/5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhTvcE7KI/AAAAAAAAB6E/pImhtOoRnyU/s1600-h/7%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625580192328866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhTvcE7KI/AAAAAAAAB6E/pImhtOoRnyU/s320/7%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625584487296178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhT_cE7LI/AAAAAAAAB6M/k5Y7F2GDPJ0/s320/8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhUPcE7MI/AAAAAAAAB6U/-Fwp7ODgdaY/s1600-h/1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625588782263490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhUPcE7MI/AAAAAAAAB6U/-Fwp7ODgdaY/s320/1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhUvcE7NI/AAAAAAAAB6c/m6dTk9JubEQ/s1600-h/2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625597372198098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhUvcE7NI/AAAAAAAAB6c/m6dTk9JubEQ/s320/2%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125625571602394258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhTPcE7JI/AAAAAAAAB58/H9l11uGpocU/s320/6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7844030849518465186?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7844030849518465186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7844030849518465186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7844030849518465186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7844030849518465186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/10/movie-mistakes.html' title='Movie Mistakes'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RyHhnPcE7OI/AAAAAAAAB6k/xPlML3u_4Yg/s72-c/3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6209625681894483107</id><published>2007-10-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:31:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To hell with it</title><content type='html'>I am angry, I am so confused.. I am pretty fucking down. To hell with it, it isn't going to kill her, because I know with my family, we can definately fight it together. We might lose her, but I'm going to stop thinking of the what mights, or the what if's, because it hasn't even happened yet and I'm positive we won't because we're going to be in it together and nothing gets pass the Lee's man. I have to start thinking present, and right now she's fine. I'm not going to give up right now and I know neither of my family members are going to as well. We have to appear strong and positive so we can keep her in a fighting state. I know we're goign to do it, we'll fight it together :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, it is no doubt one of the toughest things I've ever had to face. My brother is coming back on Saturday and.. I don't think he knows about it yet, it's going to be a pretty hectic weekend and there's goign to be an emotional flooding I'm guessing.. but my sister isn't in Brunei, Dad's exhausted from all the bullshit our family is going through right now, I will have to take the responsibility of keeping the family together and to consntantly remind everyone to be optimistic about the situation. far too much responsibility for a 15 year old! but I know I can take it, I've taken the time to take everything in and accept it as it is and to appear strong is not going to be easy, but I have been doing it for the pass week.. so I'm sure I can continue doing it.. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told myself that I will definately not let this effect my life, with year 11 and the mocks and everything, it isn't goign to be a very pleasent year 2008 ahead of me. But I will still make sure I will eat well, and doe verything healthy including studying smart for my mocks and end of year exams! but I just know it isn't goint to be as easy for me as it is for some of you guys. Who am I to say your problems are nothing compared to mine? mm, No one.. obviously.. but what I'm going through right now are some pretty rough stuff. I hate waking up in the morning and having to go through the day with so much things in my head, I dont' look forward to going back from school as much anymore.. it's probably one of the most depressing things ever, but partly I hate staying back now, I just want to go back and be with my family. it is the strangest feeling ever, I just want to be home all week now. Not so strange really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am pretty angry as well. I'm actually furious. Easily, this is by far the hardest stage in life.. anyway, my brother is coming back on Saturday so that's somethign I can look forward to! My sister's coming back in 3 weeks time, that' definately somethign to look forward to. Thank goodness I have siblings, they make everything so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the happier note, can you get wisdom teeth at 15? 2 teeth popped out from my upper jaw a few months ago.. and it HURT SHIT! I went to the dentist to check whether they were my wisdom teeth, and.. he said it wasn't? but I did some research and.. well.. apparently it is.&lt;br /&gt;"Wisdom teeth are third molars that usually appear between the ages of 16 and 24" (Wikipedia stuff),&lt;br /&gt;but.. I'm 15.. maybe my teeth are like.. oddly mature. I did my research and usually 'normal kids' will have 14 teeth both at the top and at the bottom.. I have 14 at the bottom.. and 15th is is erupting out from the right side of my bottom jaw (supposed to have 16 permanent teeth if i'm not mistaken including wisdom teeth).. It hurts so much, I wake up and it feels like I have a sorethroat in the morning down the ride side of my throat. I better make a dentist appointment soon.. I hope they wont' extract it. I'm positive it's my wisdom tooth !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spider is running across my computer screen.. and it's actually hopping around (I know.. Spiders hopped?!?) It's probably a sign to you know, stop being such a comoputer geek. So I better make a move. I hear the little voices of sushi calling me in the kitchen... THey just can't WAIT to be eaten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6209625681894483107?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6209625681894483107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6209625681894483107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6209625681894483107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6209625681894483107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-hell-with-it.html' title='To hell with it'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7535032381712409811</id><published>2007-10-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:57:21.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUgcp9ITCYw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUgcp9ITCYw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;mmmm. This is a must watch. Definately in the list of best videos so far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7535032381712409811?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7535032381712409811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7535032381712409811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7535032381712409811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7535032381712409811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/10/know-yourself.html' title='Know yourself'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8276464817992355892</id><published>2007-10-11T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:54:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Capella</title><content type='html'>A Capella is so awesome! I've realized that a capella groups either consist of a bunch of chinese geeks.. or you know wannabe chinese geeks. If you're chinese.. You're a geek.. and you can sing.. you're made for A Capella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit rocks.. Bohemian rhapsody hahaha no regrets my friend. Trust me it's tha bomb.. These geeks got talent. Notice.. the odd one in the group.. the only chinese guy. and my god is he like the geekiest out of them all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.groovygrooves.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="468" height="368" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="file=http://www.groovygrooves.com/uploads/115.flv&amp;amp;overstretch=fit&amp;amp;frontcolor=0x8CCAF5&amp;amp;backcolor=0x4d0378&amp;amp;logo=http://www.groovygrooves.com/images/videologo.png&amp;amp;link=http://www.groovygrooves.com&amp;amp;width=468&amp;amp;image=http://www.groovygrooves.com/uploads/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Visit Groovy Grooves" href="http://www.groovygrooves.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8276464817992355892?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8276464817992355892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8276464817992355892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8276464817992355892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8276464817992355892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/10/capella.html' title='A Capella'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4087547994389590760</id><published>2007-10-10T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:27:13.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes my rants.. so brace yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't had this feeling in awhile.. the sudden rush of desire to blog. wah.. I've just realised how computer-maniac taht sounded! But yeah man, I decided to make use of this feeling fast!! before I lose my motivation! My inspiration! My Désir! My.. wahtever you guys call it these days.. my oompf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Then.. I'm so sorry to say.. she just fucked it up real bad this time. First the whole fake american accent slash.. malaysian? then the whole talking through the nose 'nigitive' thing, then the really bad choices of clothes! And now socks with open toe sandals?!?!? Not just any socks! But green socks with kermit the frog on it!! and socks with little bears patterned on it! I would've never thought anyone from America would ever come to brunei like this.. I love her, she is a brilliant maths teacher!! But it's too unbearable to see! and I'm sitting in front, it's hard to not be distracted. You can't help but look down all the time.. it's like a game you know, "hmm.. so what sorta socks does she- WINNIE THE POOH?!" If there was a fashion police around, I swear she'd probably be sentenced for the rest of her life! maybe i am exegerating it a little.. but socks with open toe sandals?? :( sigh what a disappointment from an american influenced woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!! The other day something happened.. Festive month, so if you happen to be driving around gerhdong (day/night.. same thing).. you'd be caught in the most disastrous traffic jam ever. wait.. hey i dont get why the roads are packed even during the day. Aren't you guys supposed to be home and resting or something instead..? So.. you know, you won't get hungry and stuff. mm strange. anyway, so i was looking out the windowwwwwww right... and i realized all the cars that drove pass, NONE of the drivers had their seat belts on! Especially when it's puasa month, everyone drives like a lunatic at like 6 ish. I swear, accident rates are going to shoot up the scales this month. Someone died the other night at the big jerudong road.. probably was rushing home for home cooked curry or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time Me and zim saw the craziest accident at that road too.. where the bottom of the car was stuck flat onto the tree.. sorta like you know. bent, ok.. like hooked onto the tree sideways. not head-on, not from the side of the car, but the bottom. you can imagine like the whole car's been flattened and bent, and gone through so mcuh pain.. holy shit i got no idea how the car got there, but it was raining crazy.. probably skidded and went out of control and flipped through the air and went SPLAT onto the tree trunk. No news about the guy who was int he car though! But it was obvious he was dead.. or she.. hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha you know what amuses me so much.. like when you go to gadong, and you make sure you stay there until buka puasa! You go to a restaurant at like 5.30, and you see everyone sitting on tables with their food infrotn of them.. just waiting for the prayers. THen when the prayers go on, everyone starts digging into their food. hahahahahahahaha i'm not disrespecting or anything but you have to admit man, even if you are muslim! It is the funniest shit to watch. So i like to go into restaurants at like 5.30.. especially the food court at the mall. EVERYONE man, they all wait.. hahahahhahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. hey is it me or does milo have a thing for making you feel liek shitting all the time. i know azim feels the same way too.. you guys have to let me know. I want to knwo whether our stomachs are just... you know.. fragile.. or anti-milo. and hey waht is up with fonzies and twisties?! Twisties is most obviously the original.. fonzies can burn in hell. So as pepsi.. coke owns all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Here's a little something-something for you to watch.. i think this clip is amazing. You all have to watch it.. trust me! you're honestly not going to regret this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJ9IPZLPGr4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJ9IPZLPGr4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4087547994389590760?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4087547994389590760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4087547994389590760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4087547994389590760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4087547994389590760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-comes-my-rants-so-brace-yourself.html' title='Here comes my rants.. so brace yourself!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-73682957650908984</id><published>2007-10-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:31:20.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect pictures for an imperfect world</title><content type='html'>Oh dear.. I stumbled upon a commercial ad on internet this afternoon.. My god I told myself I had to show you guys the clip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rofl.to/photos-for-the-imperfect-world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tell me.. is this a comercial ad for a camera?! because if it is, why the fuck would any of us want to take photos with it after watching this ad?! it says "perfect pictures for an imperfect world".. wait.. huh? strange, they're doing a very good job with convincing us not to take photos though.. it's such a depressing advertisement! maybe it's telling us that the camera can take photos of objects and make it seem perfect through the lens.. and erase all the flaws away. mm... sounds like bullshit to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I think society's pretty fucked man. I know this isn't anything new and you've probably heard it about a millions times now, but I've just been thinking.. generally I think it's those damn Americans with their constant strive to be the 'it' place, my god and with those damn hilbilies and ghetto fools all those stupid poklens in the mall look up to.. who keeps shooting us with movies and music, trends, reality TV shows.. mm I'm definately not saying that I'm totally against them. You know.. I love desperate housewives and the OC!! and you know all that other chick flicks hehe. but I just dont understand why we're living in this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the media.. well can burn in hell. Again, nothing new but I don't think we'd all be looking ourselves in the mirror from day to day and trying to look like a certain stereotypical image of how a girl shoudl look like if it wasn't for the media. If it wasn't for all those fake slutty chicks they put on magazine covers.. Then again, I guess we'd all be living really unhealthy if it wasn't for that. hmm.. come to think of it, we'd all probably be really obese and sloppy.. they'd probably have to make larger cars for us to fit into.. bigger beds.. larger toilet bowls for our fat asses. I could probably look at a really obese, hairy black man and say "mmm.. he's so sexy.. but quit dreaming Ann!!! He's so out of your leauge~ sigh". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so the images could give a healthy look, you know.. but do you know how much they edit those shit pictures?! those models look nothing like the outcome of those photos we see in our rip off seventeen magazines!! and people actually strive to look like that fake image.. they'd even go so far just to look like that. Y'know.. bullimic and crap.. &lt;br /&gt;If you dont' believe me on how much those images have been retouched, you can check this site out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.digitalphotoshopretouching.com/retouching.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a better site similair to this.. with far more better retouched photos.. but I lost it!!!! Well, this will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're living in such a fake world. I swear.. I dont' even know what's real anymore. Everything is so fucking comercialized! My sister was reading a book by a author by the name of mm.. Think it was harumi murasaki. and she was telling me.. just like a sudden outburst of conversation, well the author said the last time something felt 'real' was in the 70's, when you bought a drink, you'd get a precisely that.. a drink. But if youw ere to buy a coke right now, it wouldn't just be extracts from the coca plant anymore, it'd be.. all these other strange chemicals. Because everything's so fckin over marketed nowadays, and we'd be buying a brand image not the drink. I would choose a paddlepop over an Anun icecream anytime.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm ok that's about it.. enough of my midnight ramblings. Swimming tomorrow for PE.. Time to get into 'shape' babeehxyxyz. giggity giggity giggity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-73682957650908984?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/73682957650908984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=73682957650908984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/73682957650908984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/73682957650908984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/10/perfect-pictures-for-imperfect-world.html' title='Perfect pictures for an imperfect world'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-3084035275844991955</id><published>2007-09-25T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:42:04.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea.. mm.</title><content type='html'>helllooooooo blogging world!!! I'm so sorry I haven't been around lately but I honestly get so lazy during the weekdays, and during the weekends I just can't be arsed you know.. sigh. hahaha ok let me satisfy you people, if you need any satisfying that is.. Ok.. no. Wait, let me satisfy myself!! I feel so.. unfinished. As pathetic as it sounds!! It's like I have a little ring at the side of my head constantly telling me that I have to blog.. and it's like if I don't, it feels.. as if I've got some unfinished business to do. my god trust me I've been wanting to blog so many times last week hahahahahhahahaha if you come into this whole blogger website thing and sign into my account you'd see so many incomplete posts saved as drafts. It's just I lose my motivation halfway and also because you know, i just run out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll make this really short.. I doint' want to lose my motivation halfway and stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah ok so you know how you go into big cafe's, and their logo often has a little date underneath stating when it's been established and shit. like.. you get 'established 1983' or 'since 1845' or something along that line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day (about 3 months ago actually) we were at kiulap mall, we went into a small miserable looking cafe gahahhaa and found this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114147719667099074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RvkaQU-hpcI/AAAAAAAAB5s/4GxPr_Bc3KM/s320/Photo%23037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea box cafe... SINCE 2001?!?! hahHAHAHAH so embarrassing why do they even bother putting it up. and what is that, like little flies flying around the coffee? I dont' know.. at least make the date up right? They could put 'since 1980' instead or something, at least got a little more class la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'since 2001' tsz hahahahah who wants to drink coffee that's like 6 years old, the taste obviously wouldnt' be the same! Coffee from 100 years ago awlays tastes better, the recipe's gone through so mcuh, people likes to think that it's 'evolved' and the ingrediants are much more classier. It's just the thought of it makes it tasty.. you know. like the fact that 100 year old coffee's are made the original way by hand, and not gone through some huge chemical process through the factory and been exposed to the poluted air, probably dumped into shit water a couple of times in the south china sea or something. who wants to drink 2001 coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok whoops this makes it even better, hahahaha it's actually TEA! whoops. well ok, who would want to drink 2001 tea?!?!?! same shit.. the tea bags have probably been through the same chemical process as well anyway. The thought of having tea that originated from teabags that were actually made from pandan leaves straight off the jungle or something would make the tea drinking experience more tastier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I blabbered.. hahahahhahahahahhahahha this might not even make sense but hmmmmm.. whatever that's your problem. hahaha I'm off to bedddddd!!!! bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-3084035275844991955?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3084035275844991955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=3084035275844991955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3084035275844991955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3084035275844991955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/09/tea-mm.html' title='Tea.. mm.'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RvkaQU-hpcI/AAAAAAAAB5s/4GxPr_Bc3KM/s72-c/Photo%23037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7613261518280307166</id><published>2007-09-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:41:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were living in the Harry Potter world..</title><content type='html'>Alriiiiiight well first of all, thanks for tagging bitches.. NOT! Eh man, if I don't blog.. it doens't mean you can't show me some love ok. So sad my blog was like seriously dying! Never gave me any motivation :( sighhhhhhh I know I blog bullcrap ok.. just pretend that you like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been bothered to blog lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started pickin up with this Harry Potter thing.. Because you know it's like the 'in thing', and everyone's always like "THE LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK WAS SOOO GOOD" and stuff.. I thought I'd just pick off from the 6th book. Because I've seen the movies for the rest, so you know whut the fuck whatever. No difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered how it was like to live in the Harry Potter world though.. shit that'd be so cool. I'd be like 'Ann Antoine Teetlebird' or something.. because y'know all the characters in Harry Potter have the weirdest names ever. YOu know how much easier life would be if we all lived in the Harry Potter world?! It was like some sick joke God decided to play on us.. He'd purposely create some famous author named JK Rowling to write books about this world he knew every kid would fantasize about, then he puts us in some boring world so we're left to think about how awesome it'd be to be friends with harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid and I was new to ISB (this was in year 2), I remember I used to get bullied alot. I still remember this kid's name, her name was Natasha (she can burn in hell for giving me a hard time) and the other one with the big afro, I forgot her name. Well y'see.. what they'd do is.. My mum used to give me ferero roche's to school for me to eat during breaktime a lot.. and it was cool and stuff y'know cuz woah.. Ferero Roche's can make me the most evied person in that class. But that didnt' matter because I had bigger things to worry about, like who I was going to play with during break time. So this gang of white girls, they were humungousoo compared to me.. and obviously I got pretty freaked out. They like seriously made fun of me.. no joke, it was like something out of a Disney movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you know how students from SAS dont' normally call their teachers by their last name, they call them 'teacher' and occasionally when you get too used to saying it, it comes out as 'cher'.. well nobody ever told me I had to call my form class teacher by her last name when I came into ISB? I dind't see it anywehre in the rules book? So I walk into class, obviously a little pettrified.. still getting used to the smell of the class and stuff, and I hear people beside me raising their hand up and saying 'I'm stuck' with their math equations.. and I"m like ok.. that's easy, if I don't know how to do my maths equation I'll just call out 'I'm stuck'. But because I was being the dumbass I was from SAS, I raise my hand up and call out "CHER!".. everyone looks at me as if I'd just killed their dog or something. THen Natasha, the girl who deserves to burn in hell looks back and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha what'd youc all her?!?! she's not Teacherrr! it's MRS. TURNERR!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh man, I know I didnt' have the nicest haircut ever (lokoed like a mushroom) but that dindt' mean you get to correct me in the bitchiest manner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the forero rocher's right, well occasionally they'd be nice to me.. and this was only when they see me opening my lunch box up. When they see forero rocher's, they'd be all "hiiii aannnnn :)". I dint' have any friends so what the fuck give them lah, because they asekd for it. I remember once I brought some other cheap chocolate instead, they came up to me and was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have the other chocolate instead? the one you brought yesterday?"&lt;br /&gt;"no.. but you can have this one.."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhmmm.. No it's ok, I dont' like those.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*fckin losers*.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking I actually gave them chocolate from time to time because I really wanted to be their friend. Once they played some sick joke on me, when I stood up from the stoole, Samantha (some chick who also deserves to burn in hell) pulled the stool away in hope that I'd sit and plomp right onto the floor. I didn't because she did it so obvious, it was ultra easy to spot by the side of my eye.. then I was like "haha she wants to play in this game huh.." so I wait until she stood up from her stool, I pulled the stool away.. AND SHE ACTUALLY SAT. What idiot wouldn't notice the loud screeching of the stool being pulled away?! She of course cried.. I ran away from the scene of the crime.. Mrs. Turner comforted her.. Nobody knew I did it. Skillllllsz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking.. If we all lived in the Harry Potter world.. I'D HAVE EASILY TURNED THEM ALL INTO LITTLE SHITS THEY WERE!! hahahahaha omg so evil sounding.. but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was really rushed, you can so totally see hahaha ok have fun. I'm so sorry this post was so full of bullshitz. But yeah ok toooooooodlesz to tha x to tha y to tha z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7613261518280307166?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7613261518280307166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7613261518280307166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7613261518280307166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7613261518280307166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-were-living-in-harry-potter-world.html' title='If I were living in the Harry Potter world..'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8261108945080199947</id><published>2007-08-21T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:06:26.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping habits</title><content type='html'>I'mmmmmmmmm baaaaaack! haha, I'm gogni to blog again before I forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't go to bed last night, it was craazy. Basically I only had 4 hours of sleep (school holiday just ended and my bodyalarm is so fucking messed), and I had such a hard time trying to put myself to sleep.. There I was.. lying on my bed.. and kicking all over the place! I swear I felt like a cow.. dont' ask me why, but dont' cows kick around a lot?.. or not..? donkeys..? err. Same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me.. Is it only me or do I have the weirdest sleeping habits ever? Ok. Tell me that it isn't only me which feels really paranoid after watching a thriller and would only feel comfortable when all of my limbs are nicely tucked under the covers.. When I first realised that I only felt safe when my whole body was firmly tucked under my blanket, I felt really stooopid. It's like I fear Ju-On would jump out from under my bed and grab me by my feet or something.. and bring me to tha world of.. movie making?? Which was exactly why I felt so stupid.. The more I thought about it, the more "why would Ju-On jump out and grab me? God Ann you're so dumb!" I would've felt.. ok so I honestly feel much safer in my room now haha then I did a few years baack.. no.. I'm not just saying this because "I'm so brave and you're not!".. well, I've assured myself that nothing's ever going to pop up beside my bed and haunt me because I've lived in this house for 9 years now and I've not seen anything silly like that! Which is a good thing of course! I definately don't intend to hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this one I know not all of you would do.. I personally like to sleep with two pillows. One pillow that goes over my head, and another for me to rest my head on.. I've been told milllions of times that it isn't a very normal thing to do.. it isn't exactly a habit just anyone could get into, y'know? usually it'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"going to bed now?"&lt;br /&gt;"well, yeah, it's getting pretty late.." (me)&lt;br /&gt;"ok. I'm going to read a book first, so goodnight!"&lt;br /&gt;"nights man" (me)&lt;br /&gt;(big pause while I try to make myself comfortable)&lt;br /&gt;"hey ann.. err.. why do you sleep like that??"&lt;br /&gt;"like what?" (me)&lt;br /&gt;"like that.. I've never seen anyone sleep with a pillow over the head. I've seen it in cartoon animations and stuff, but I think that's just strange.."&lt;br /&gt;"I like it."(me)&lt;br /&gt;"you're weird.."&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE weird.."(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. something like that anyway. It's not weird! It isn't weird once you hear my story! Well, if you must know.. when I was younger, I used to see a lot of cartoon animations sleeping like that, you know.. bugs bunny, daffy duck, and all that other children goods.. and I thought to myself.. that's weird. I can't imagine myself sleeping ike that.. but one day, I snuck into my parent's room to grab something, and I saw my mum sleeping with a pillow over her head too! I think she was down with a headache or something. Anyway, that night when I went to bed I tried putting the pillow over my head, just to you know.. experience the magical feeling which all cartoon characters I knew at that time felt.. it wasn't very comfortable, but I thought 'well hey, if my mum's doing it, all the cartoon characters are doing it, I can too!'. Then from that day onwards, I found myself unable to sleep without a pillow over my head.. it just grew into me.. til this day I still love to sleep with two pillows! It's very comfortable! I hate going to sleepovers and having to face all these "Why do you sleep like that?? why? huh? why??" questions.. hahah it's not strange really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate sleeping on the warm side of the pillow, so I constantly find myself switchin sides, shoving the pillow all over the place just to find that nice cold spot. And same goes under the blanket, my feet always has to find that just-nice spot.. the nice chilly but not too chilly, and not too warm spot. So really, I' always move around a lot on my bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough, I've lost my motivation to blog.. hahaha :D I'll blog sooooon! Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8261108945080199947?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8261108945080199947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8261108945080199947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8261108945080199947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8261108945080199947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/08/sleeping-habits.html' title='Sleeping habits'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1189097772042976870</id><published>2007-08-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:02:30.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big thaaaanks! :D!!!</title><content type='html'>to the guys who remembered!! :) I really appreciated all the greetins :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people spend their birthdays on cruises, maybe in a shoppin spree in Paris, even get rice yogurt splattered on their forehead for good luck (I read that up one time, people from Nepal do that haha) but I don't need any of that :D hehe. I'd consider myself one of the luckiest girls ever because I get to celebrate my birthday with some of my closest friends :D hehe. Thanks for the inkkkredibleeee night! Appreciated you guys poppin over hehe :) Just what I needed right before the holiday ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big shout out to Sheng, hehe thanks for poppin over my place this afternoon just to give me a birthday greeting. You certainly one of the best friends I've ever had :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I wish I could turn 15 everyday.. So here are a few photos that were taken earlier.. Once again there isn't going to be anything interesting for you guys to read haha. Just one of those days, I'm not in the mood for postin about anything random tonight hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S// I'm aware I have a strange fringe startin in the middle of my forehead, It looks a bit like a mole.. errrr. I'll chop it off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPnzrsokI/AAAAAAAAB5E/lQRvZTqsQoU/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710435862291010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPnzrsokI/AAAAAAAAB5E/lQRvZTqsQoU/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprisee!!! hehe I loved your peanut butter cake Jon!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPoDrsolI/AAAAAAAAB5M/n0DJbrqAPH8/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710440157258322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPoDrsolI/AAAAAAAAB5M/n0DJbrqAPH8/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPoTrsomI/AAAAAAAAB5U/DJ2-9zhdGAY/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710444452225634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPoTrsomI/AAAAAAAAB5U/DJ2-9zhdGAY/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPpDrsonI/AAAAAAAAB5c/x4X_LyC1bEI/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710457337127538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPpDrsonI/AAAAAAAAB5c/x4X_LyC1bEI/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPpTrsooI/AAAAAAAAB5k/H4f5oLJckc8/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710461632094850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPpTrsooI/AAAAAAAAB5k/H4f5oLJckc8/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNajrsofI/AAAAAAAAB4c/LoyfpiXfxjY/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099708009205768690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNajrsofI/AAAAAAAAB4c/LoyfpiXfxjY/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNbDrsogI/AAAAAAAAB4k/WQkibKoUOWY/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099708017795703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNbDrsogI/AAAAAAAAB4k/WQkibKoUOWY/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNbTrsohI/AAAAAAAAB4s/1IGLtFPwYuk/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099708022090670610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNbTrsohI/AAAAAAAAB4s/1IGLtFPwYuk/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNcDrsoiI/AAAAAAAAB40/pPkEpC7jMKw/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099708034975572514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNcDrsoiI/AAAAAAAAB40/pPkEpC7jMKw/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahah I'm not very good at cuttin cakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNcTrsojI/AAAAAAAAB48/MbLYuhmCY_A/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099708039270539826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXNcTrsojI/AAAAAAAAB48/MbLYuhmCY_A/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLEDrsoaI/AAAAAAAAB30/DDGL4nfhJzQ/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099705423635456418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLEDrsoaI/AAAAAAAAB30/DDGL4nfhJzQ/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon lookin around my refridgerator for things to cook. hhaha he was going to be our chef for the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLEjrsobI/AAAAAAAAB38/JidprRRcUqg/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099705432225391026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLEjrsobI/AAAAAAAAB38/JidprRRcUqg/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "errr.. better not be condoms and ciggi's again &gt;=("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLFDrsocI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wNoG-CLJsJk/s1600-h/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099705440815325634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLFDrsocI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wNoG-CLJsJk/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "waiiiiiit.. I feel something else.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLFTrsodI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tLry7Rw9y3s/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099705445110292946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLFTrsodI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tLry7Rw9y3s/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kickass candy maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLGTrsoeI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pC3v0ShArvY/s1600-h/IMG_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099705462290162146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXLGTrsoeI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pC3v0ShArvY/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJKTrsoVI/AAAAAAAAB3M/OtvF1-n63SQ/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703331986383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJKTrsoVI/AAAAAAAAB3M/OtvF1-n63SQ/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJKzrsoWI/AAAAAAAAB3U/bKdwUgZ56D8/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703340576317794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJKzrsoWI/AAAAAAAAB3U/bKdwUgZ56D8/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bling blinb babeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJLTrsoXI/AAAAAAAAB3c/duykb4o2__o/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703349166252402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJLTrsoXI/AAAAAAAAB3c/duykb4o2__o/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJLzrsoYI/AAAAAAAAB3k/0vQDS6pk3-k/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703357756187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJLzrsoYI/AAAAAAAAB3k/0vQDS6pk3-k/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJMTrsoZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/MdfPXcR2-fc/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703366346121618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXJMTrsoZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/MdfPXcR2-fc/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHA whoops totally fugleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXG_zrsoQI/AAAAAAAAB2k/CujM29_N8u8/s1600-h/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700952574501122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXG_zrsoQI/AAAAAAAAB2k/CujM29_N8u8/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHADrsoRI/AAAAAAAAB2s/wtxQMg6NqjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700956869468434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHADrsoRI/AAAAAAAAB2s/wtxQMg6NqjQ/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHATrsoSI/AAAAAAAAB20/nqxLGPIhBOo/s1600-h/IMG_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700961164435746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHATrsoSI/AAAAAAAAB20/nqxLGPIhBOo/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHAzrsoTI/AAAAAAAAB28/fNMYY0r9YIM/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700969754370354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHAzrsoTI/AAAAAAAAB28/fNMYY0r9YIM/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KAWWAAIIII! hahahHAHAHA losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHBDrsoUI/AAAAAAAAB3E/4i0cw_E3aIM/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700974049337666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXHBDrsoUI/AAAAAAAAB3E/4i0cw_E3aIM/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFbzrsoLI/AAAAAAAAB18/HHyvMLkhwl0/s1600-h/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099699234587582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFbzrsoLI/AAAAAAAAB18/HHyvMLkhwl0/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFcjrsoMI/AAAAAAAAB2E/4YOfgkqv97A/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099699247472484546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFcjrsoMI/AAAAAAAAB2E/4YOfgkqv97A/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFczrsoNI/AAAAAAAAB2M/H9sTf2zgk-I/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099699251767451858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFczrsoNI/AAAAAAAAB2M/H9sTf2zgk-I/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Azim checkin who has the longer legs. errrr. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFdTrsoOI/AAAAAAAAB2U/po1oBgacqjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099699260357386466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFdTrsoOI/AAAAAAAAB2U/po1oBgacqjQ/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I get to light your ciggi?? :D eeeeeeee so excitingggg!" HAHAHA sakai ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFdzrsoPI/AAAAAAAAB2c/pMazOptBCtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099699268947321074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXFdzrsoPI/AAAAAAAAB2c/pMazOptBCtQ/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone's... being the outcast in the group.. HAHAH so damn emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDFTrsoGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/yPuU80NaKJk/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099696649017270370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDFTrsoGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/yPuU80NaKJk/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDIDrsoHI/AAAAAAAAB1c/VuTp2A7qMUY/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099696696261910642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDIDrsoHI/AAAAAAAAB1c/VuTp2A7qMUY/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDITrsoII/AAAAAAAAB1k/CuW5NCnMbVg/s1600-h/IMG_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099696700556877954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDITrsoII/AAAAAAAAB1k/CuW5NCnMbVg/s320/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDIzrsoJI/AAAAAAAAB1s/vXqh3EyRsp4/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099696709146812562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDIzrsoJI/AAAAAAAAB1s/vXqh3EyRsp4/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon managed to whip us up a little sometheng somethenngggg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDJDrsoKI/AAAAAAAAB10/F1QQagLSmZo/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099696713441779874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXDJDrsoKI/AAAAAAAAB10/F1QQagLSmZo/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for the awesome night.. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1189097772042976870?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1189097772042976870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1189097772042976870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1189097772042976870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1189097772042976870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-thaaaanks-d.html' title='Big thaaaanks! :D!!!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RsXPnzrsokI/AAAAAAAAB5E/lQRvZTqsQoU/s72-c/IMG_1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-2474964967213919710</id><published>2007-08-15T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T04:20:16.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buuuuuuullshit.</title><content type='html'>Hiiiii :). Quick update. I've been having a lot of thoughts goign on in my head and I've just been having an urge to scribble it all down.. for some reason the thought of typing it all in my blog never came up. I've been trying to write songs earlier just now, just for the sake of trying something new.. I thought expressing what I'm feeling in a form of a song would be a pretty kickass idea.. but just remind me next time never to be an artist. Because I can't write for shit. So I just started doodling on a piece of paper instead.. very angry doodles! I felt like a goth.. \m/!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting for you guys to read today, I'm sorry to say that there isn't going to be any random posts about strange signs around the world or fast food reality checks.. It's going to be one of those days where I'd just blab on about.. well.. things that would not concern you whatsoever.. haha so it's all for me maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, and I felt haaapy. hehe. Whether it was the rain, or just another good feeling about not having to go to school.. it felt refreshing. Nothing beats a great kickstart to a day. Moments like these always make me feel so grateful for everything I've got, and I know it everyday. Yet only days like these would actually make me feel "weeeee" about it all.. y'know what I'm saying? hahaha probably not.. ok, let's put it this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob works for the Krusty Krabs.&lt;br /&gt;He loves his work because he loves flippin patties..&lt;br /&gt;He's always happy with his job&lt;br /&gt;Not until he gets fired, will he actually realise how much he loved that job&lt;br /&gt;He starts talking to his pet snail about losing his job and how lucky he was for Mr. Krabs to hire him at the first place (Like I'm doing now. Except I dont' have a pet snail.. Instead I have a blog. holy shit.. how geekafied does that sound?)&lt;br /&gt;Because face it, Spongebob is a dumbass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that'd make it clearer?? Maybe?? Sorta?? You know where I'm going with this?? I know.. I'm not very good with examples either hahaha.. so that's two things I have to scrap off my ambition list; an artist and an example maker. SIGH how am I ever going to live in this world?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the greatest batch of friends ever (not the greatest man. but you catch my drift), and a family that not until recently have I realised how much they've been there for me.. I probably have one of the best brothers ever that I absolutely look up to as a role model, and a sister that I just want to be like when I'm older.. not exactly haha she's a bit of a control freak.. let's hope I won't turn out exactly like her. Doesn't look it, but I reckon my parents are spoiling me haha and how I wish they hadn't. But I love my family, especially my parents :) I appreciate every long lecture my father gives me, because in that amount of time, I can learn so much from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holyshit. I just read that over and I just realised how emotional that sounds. It's like something out of a suicidal note.. I am not feeling like myself tonight haha. And it's good :) I think feeling like this every once in awhile is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I probably have to say that one of the greatest feelings anyone could ever experience is having someone to love and knowing that the person loves you too. I KNOW THIS SOUNDS CHEESY OK, but bare with me! hehe. (you sad, sad person! I can't believe you're actually reading this! I'm putting a whole bucket load of bullshit in your head right now, hahaha) but even then, when things dont' work out with that special someone, it's great to know that you have your family and friends, and god damnit it isn't the end of the world. Why dont' you put yourself in an African's feet hah?! See how' you'd be sufferin then.. Running around scavangin for food.. tisk.. hahaha ok no I'm joking. But yerh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4am in the morning and I doin't even know what I'm typing.. like I said man, a whole lot of bullshit. Just like how life is filled wid a whole lot of bullshit, but live with it because you know that you're even lucky to be here. Dont tell me that your'e not lucky, becuase I know you are. For one, you have a bloody computer you're using right now to read this. treasure every moment, no joke. What grinds my gears is when people complain that life is being a bitch.. but they don't necessarily have to live with that, they can simply change that but they choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok how embarrassing this post is.. uggh I'd probably delete it one day.. HORMONAL CHANGES OKE?! I'm feeling.. very.. very.. fragile at the moment. I'm going to burst out crying any moment soon.. hahaha no I'm joking. I joke a lot *ahiok*. You know what's funny? I read this whole thing over and I don't think it was exactly what I wanted out of my mind.. when I finally find what I've been wanting to let out, I'll spill it out here. This whole post just went a little out of hand hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry this post wasn't interesting :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-2474964967213919710?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2474964967213919710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=2474964967213919710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2474964967213919710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2474964967213919710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/08/buuuuuuullshit.html' title='Buuuuuuullshit.'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-2615583810835460895</id><published>2007-08-09T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:34:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon's big whoops!</title><content type='html'>ok I'm so sorry, Jon for posting this.. but I had to. Because sometimes you're such a bitch, but sometimes you're not &lt;3 like when you promised me you'd cook me dinner for my b'day. Bitch that better be a good dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a really short post about today's small, but rather embarassing incident Jon had in Swensens! *sniggers* Since I've ran out of things to blog about, and since my tagboard is totally dying out.. well no. That isn't the reason.. I just want to embarrass Jon.. y'know (ahiok ahiok ahiok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had chillarxin time at the Swensens earlier today, hehe and Jon went to pay.. and we thought we had more than enough money. So he left the money on the counter and we walked away, and the waiter called after him. It was like this, y'know.. ROLEPLAY TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Er-Eh! Wait!&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Huh? No it's ok, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keep the change ;)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Oh, no.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You didn't pay enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Oh.. Fuck. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that wasn't much of a roleplay.. HAHAHA IT WAS ONLY 4 LINES. But yeah, you guys can have fun with it! Act it out and stuff.. and you could make fun of Jon with it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA Jon you think you so rich huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Keep the change.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uiiseh man hahahahhahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my embarassin moment today too.. but I'm obvoiusly not thinkin about postin about it, we'll see if Jon posts about my embarassin moment. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. tooodles. Spiffy says bye too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-2615583810835460895?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2615583810835460895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=2615583810835460895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2615583810835460895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2615583810835460895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/08/jons-big-whoops.html' title='Jon&apos;s big whoops!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6357218739648629645</id><published>2007-08-04T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:37:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't read my blog"</title><content type='html'>Whoops! That didn't turn out right.. hmm.. haha I'm sure you've all come across one of those before. You travel to another place only to find misleading signs that are so strange that you can't believe they even bothered making signs like that at the first place. Signs that are most obvious to signs that dont' even make sense.. I find it hilarious! haha. I know I came across one sign not long ago when my family and I were drivin to Penang from KL.. it was at one of those toilet stops, and above the toilet seat, there was a sign pinned onto the wall which said,&lt;br /&gt;"Flush twice"&lt;br /&gt;What's that supposed to mean? There isn't enough water to go around for it to complete a single flush? That turned me off for a bit, so I did the wise thing and told myself to forget about peeing until I get to the next stop. What if I flushed and the whole thing exploded infront of me? The toilet did look a little dodgy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these this morning, just a little giggle for you if you've just read the post I posted below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqcO6fksI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Ps35FYUyAZQ/s1600-h/aussign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743742991012546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqcO6fksI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Ps35FYUyAZQ/s320/aussign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice this sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqcO6fktI/AAAAAAAAB0M/wdLE8HCdyl8/s1600-h/IMG_1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743742991012562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqcO6fktI/AAAAAAAAB0M/wdLE8HCdyl8/s320/IMG_1769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Closes at 25.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqcO6fkuI/AAAAAAAAB0U/AuYtw-1QqtU/s1600-h/information_centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743742991012578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqcO6fkuI/AAAAAAAAB0U/AuYtw-1QqtU/s320/information_centre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Information centre -can you make it anymore obvious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqce6fkvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Hq-qXDsK5OA/s1600-h/IMG_4606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743747285979890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqce6fkvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Hq-qXDsK5OA/s320/IMG_4606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beware of this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqce6fkwI/AAAAAAAAB0k/53fzGbI99bw/s1600-h/post03_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743747285979906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqce6fkwI/AAAAAAAAB0k/53fzGbI99bw/s320/post03_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, how exactly do you use a toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLe6fknI/AAAAAAAABzc/OAeZK90IuQE/s1600-h/alligators_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743455228203634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLe6fknI/AAAAAAAABzc/OAeZK90IuQE/s320/alligators_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; errr.. no shit sherlock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLe6fkoI/AAAAAAAABzk/eK0sVh-sOIE/s1600-h/DSC07062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743455228203650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLe6fkoI/AAAAAAAABzk/eK0sVh-sOIE/s320/DSC07062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beware of God!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLu6fkpI/AAAAAAAABzs/Ecxz47mEpxI/s1600-h/DSCN1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743459523170962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLu6fkpI/AAAAAAAABzs/Ecxz47mEpxI/s320/DSCN1312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLu6fkqI/AAAAAAAABz0/KL8g7PjkbVg/s1600-h/Mongoli__105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743459523170978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLu6fkqI/AAAAAAAABz0/KL8g7PjkbVg/s320/Mongoli__105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where do you park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLu6fkrI/AAAAAAAABz8/H6Nb4xZLYn0/s1600-h/wdik_royalpalace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743459523170994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqLu6fkrI/AAAAAAAABz8/H6Nb4xZLYn0/s320/wdik_royalpalace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lost tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp5u6fkiI/AAAAAAAABy0/ijBw5QzFslw/s1600-h/post06_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743150285525538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp5u6fkiI/AAAAAAAABy0/ijBw5QzFslw/s320/post06_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We should swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp5-6fkjI/AAAAAAAABy8/KnisqcyoiPs/s1600-h/IMG_5066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743154580492850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp5-6fkjI/AAAAAAAABy8/KnisqcyoiPs/s320/IMG_5066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp5-6fkkI/AAAAAAAABzE/fLrNWqFyBEw/s1600-h/IMG_5075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743154580492866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp5-6fkkI/AAAAAAAABzE/fLrNWqFyBEw/s320/IMG_5075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please go south for 80 miles, just on your left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp6O6fklI/AAAAAAAABzM/e1q47LGEZmI/s1600-h/IMG_2876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094743158875460178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQp6O6fklI/AAAAAAAABzM/e1q47LGEZmI/s320/IMG_2876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The child forbids playing here, take care dangerously!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6357218739648629645?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6357218739648629645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6357218739648629645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6357218739648629645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6357218739648629645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-read-my-blog.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t read my blog&quot;'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQqcO6fksI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Ps35FYUyAZQ/s72-c/aussign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6998647032840473230</id><published>2007-08-04T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:03:44.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinkin and Drivin</title><content type='html'>I came upon this site the other night, and I had to share it with you guys.. I don't think you get many cases like this in Brunei, but you certainly do in other places around the world. It's pretty crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically the story goes like that.. In late 1999, Jacqueline got into a car collision and had 60% of her body covered with burns, but survived! She was on the way home with a couple of friends when drunken driver veered right into her lane and killed two passangers, and left Jacqueline burnin in the front seat. Anyway, the photos really caught my attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCle6fkhI/AAAAAAAABys/T0YUORJNF_4/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699921439691282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCle6fkhI/AAAAAAAABys/T0YUORJNF_4/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photo of Jac before the car collision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdO6fkcI/AAAAAAAAByE/vjQ5eplE7Bc/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699779705770434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdO6fkcI/AAAAAAAAByE/vjQ5eplE7Bc/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jac and her dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdO6fkdI/AAAAAAAAByM/xwOhoHvjel8/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699779705770450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdO6fkdI/AAAAAAAAByM/xwOhoHvjel8/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her car after burstin into flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdO6fkeI/AAAAAAAAByU/8EtAu-0ubz8/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699779705770466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdO6fkeI/AAAAAAAAByU/8EtAu-0ubz8/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now Jac had lost her hair, her ears, parts of her nose, her left eyelid and had her fingers amputated. She didn't get burnt at parts below her hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdu6fkfI/AAAAAAAAByc/d9rCxHHt7QE/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699788295705074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCdu6fkfI/AAAAAAAAByc/d9rCxHHt7QE/s320/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCd-6fkgI/AAAAAAAAByk/0pcAdim2kWI/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699792590672386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCd-6fkgI/AAAAAAAAByk/0pcAdim2kWI/s320/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacqui with her dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMe6fkXI/AAAAAAAABxc/7QfxpQ78Pn8/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699491942961522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMe6fkXI/AAAAAAAABxc/7QfxpQ78Pn8/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Treatin her burns, her skin rips easily at her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMu6fkYI/AAAAAAAABxk/JWdpzPBNI50/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699496237928834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMu6fkYI/AAAAAAAABxk/JWdpzPBNI50/s320/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moisturizing her left eye since she's got no eyelid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMu6fkZI/AAAAAAAABxs/4ro6ZMj6CvA/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699496237928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMu6fkZI/AAAAAAAABxs/4ro6ZMj6CvA/s320/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reggie Stephey (cause of devestatin Jacqui's life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMu6fkaI/AAAAAAAABx0/yOVLd6s4YZM/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699496237928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCMu6fkaI/AAAAAAAABx0/yOVLd6s4YZM/s320/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 months after being in the car collision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCM-6fkbI/AAAAAAAABx8/aagBZfKcClA/s1600-h/jacqui_poster-400x545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094699500532896178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCM-6fkbI/AAAAAAAABx8/aagBZfKcClA/s320/jacqui_poster-400x545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know this is a very depressing story, but I had to share it with you guys.. How life can take a sudden turn in such a small amount of time. I've always known I had to live life to the fullest, but now I think I'll take that to another degree haha.. anyway, if you're willing to know more about Jacqui's collision and her after stories, &lt;em&gt;click &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helpjacqui.com/pdf/jacqui.pdf"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6998647032840473230?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6998647032840473230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6998647032840473230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6998647032840473230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6998647032840473230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/08/drinkin-and-drivin.html' title='Drinkin and Drivin'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrQCle6fkhI/AAAAAAAABys/T0YUORJNF_4/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1288311268786506466</id><published>2007-08-02T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:12:49.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing a new member to the Lee family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and it's &lt;strong&gt;SPIFFY THE HAMSTER!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHH-6fkSI/AAAAAAAABw0/wDV5Hz27UXA/s1600-h/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093790118517379362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHH-6fkSI/AAAAAAAABw0/wDV5Hz27UXA/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHIO6fkTI/AAAAAAAABw8/a1V0Mu-omqo/s1600-h/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093790122812346674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHIO6fkTI/AAAAAAAABw8/a1V0Mu-omqo/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHIu6fkUI/AAAAAAAABxE/etNy5ifHA_4/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093790131402281282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHIu6fkUI/AAAAAAAABxE/etNy5ifHA_4/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHI-6fkVI/AAAAAAAABxM/VFQOQ-KQu28/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093790135697248594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHI-6fkVI/AAAAAAAABxM/VFQOQ-KQu28/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHJe6fkWI/AAAAAAAABxU/xdsy8-8W8is/s1600-h/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093790144287183202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHJe6fkWI/AAAAAAAABxU/xdsy8-8W8is/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm writing this, I'm watching you run on the hamster wheel hahahah you have to be the most adorable thing ever. You're 3 weeks old and you're the size of my thumb! Even smaller when you huddle up in the tube and nibble on the oats and nuts I've given you! I hope you stay this size forever hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're like being the biggest bitch ever. I offered a piece apple to you this afternoon and you didn't take it, then I tried giving you some cheese earlier, you still didn't take it. You only chose to eat it when I chucked it in your foot pallet. Geeze, what do I have to do to gain some trust from you huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to potty train you. You left your little shit dropplets all over the place.. You even choose to shit in the most 'ergarhd' place ever, the tube.. where there are holes lined at the bottom big enough for your shit dropplets to fall through.. so now you even managed to get shit dropplets on my table you bitch! Spiffy, you're very rude. I gladly take you in, and this is how you repay me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- - - - - - - - - -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written for him. Y'know, when I finally teach him how to read. I have high expections for this guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha Spiffy was a name Metis helped come up with me yesterday night while we were chatting. I think it sounds so intelligent and fast, haha and dwarf hamsters like Spiffy are very active, and he runs like a cheeetaah, so I thought Spiffy would be the ultimate ding dong name for him. Metis and I came up with a few other names, BiBi HAHHAHAHAA. Cheddar, Pebbles and Spiffy were my choices though hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very excited! The whole idea of having responsibilities and actually takin care of my own pet. Spiffy sleeps with me in my room, it doens't get too chilly, temperature's just nice for him. Hopefully he'd warm up to the environment quick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiffy was an early birthday gift from my brother. It was like a surprise haha (I knew he was going to get me a hamster.. mum told me. But I just pretended to be surprised, y'know.. "holy shit!! Seriously?? You're gettin me a hamster??? Thanks koh! You're the best man!" Oh well haha he bought it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1288311268786506466?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1288311268786506466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1288311268786506466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1288311268786506466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1288311268786506466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/08/introducing-new-member-to-lee-family.html' title='Introducing a new member to the Lee family'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RrDHH-6fkSI/AAAAAAAABw0/wDV5Hz27UXA/s72-c/IMG_1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-3593573207660395097</id><published>2007-07-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:12:53.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armageddon.. The world's about to end soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqyuWO6fkPI/AAAAAAAABwc/_KB-uwTKO0s/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092636975632978162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqyuWO6fkPI/AAAAAAAABwc/_KB-uwTKO0s/s320/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqyuWe6fkQI/AAAAAAAABwk/NNhJjl2jTew/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092636979927945474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqyuWe6fkQI/AAAAAAAABwk/NNhJjl2jTew/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqyuW-6fkRI/AAAAAAAABws/vpRET6V6rz4/s1600-h/IMG_1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092636988517880082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqyuW-6fkRI/AAAAAAAABws/vpRET6V6rz4/s320/IMG_1896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...which could explain the strange storm we had yesterday night.. It was really unexpected, especially when all of us recieved text messages warnin us on Saturday that a Mini Typhoon was comin our way (at 11pm).. which we all soon found out was complete bulls#it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, the whole thought of our world ending isn't the most comforting to think about.. It's actually a pretty scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear nowadays everytime I turn the radio on are talks about global warming and major climate changes we're all experiencing.. but because we're all too god damn stuffed in our own worlds and we're too afraid to face the reality of it all, we (most of us) choose to ignore it and go on with our lives without at least trying to put an effort into making a slight change.. which could also explain why everytime we'd take a drive around Brunei, we'd see a nenek by the street burnin trash when there clearly isn't any reason to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie though, I for one ocasionally throw my trash by the streets when I'm feeling a little lazy.. hehe. But I'd like to make a change. So far my attempts have been unsucessful.. I planted a tree and it died within weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my children and my grandchildren to be able to see a proboscis monkey when they're older, or be able to see the world the way we're all seeing it now.. but by the looks of how things are at the moment, I dont' think we'd ever be able to stop global warming, rather delay it. So when's the world going to 'end'? I know putting all of this into your head right now isn't exactly the cheerful thing to do.. haha but really, it's all happening so quick, I reckon we'd all be living underwater pretty soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802603690791122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqYp_u6fkNI/AAAAAAAABwM/j3EqVTgedxY/s320/Trilobis_PM1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We could be living in homes like these! hehe which is pretty awesome actually.. I found this the other day while surfin the net. It isn't as random as you think it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just lost my motivation to blog, I'll leave it here and will blog another time. Armageddon's about to come, so pack your bags and start diggin some shelters! Tooodles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-3593573207660395097?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3593573207660395097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=3593573207660395097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3593573207660395097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3593573207660395097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/armageddon-worlds-about-to-end-soon.html' title='Armageddon.. The world&apos;s about to end soon!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqyuWO6fkPI/AAAAAAAABwc/_KB-uwTKO0s/s72-c/IMG_1892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8990683433314883109</id><published>2007-07-22T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:42:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fastfood ads VS. Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fastfood isn't always what you think they are.. The outcome of it may be disappointing (My DQ Cheese dog) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLmNO6fkJI/AAAAAAAABvs/FU75JilYsng/s1600-h/BellGrande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089883643898204306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLmNO6fkJI/AAAAAAAABvs/FU75JilYsng/s320/BellGrande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In an ad. - Taco Bell Nachos Bell Grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLmNO6fkKI/AAAAAAAABv0/hp5M3oKNp9w/s1600-h/BellGrande2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089883643898204322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLmNO6fkKI/AAAAAAAABv0/hp5M3oKNp9w/s320/BellGrande2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Reality - Not so Taco now huh? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlX-6fkFI/AAAAAAAABvM/UuP_GEva2Cs/s1600-h/beefcheddar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882729070170194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlX-6fkFI/AAAAAAAABvM/UuP_GEva2Cs/s320/beefcheddar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In an ad. - Arby's beef and chedder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlX-6fkGI/AAAAAAAABvU/Zf1BcmrJxgY/s1600-h/beefcheddar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882729070170210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlX-6fkGI/AAAAAAAABvU/Zf1BcmrJxgY/s320/beefcheddar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In reality - Arby's melted mysterious looking not-so-burger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlX-6fkHI/AAAAAAAABvc/9K1wI_DXZzc/s1600-h/tacosalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882729070170226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlX-6fkHI/AAAAAAAABvc/9K1wI_DXZzc/s320/tacosalad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In an ad. - Wendy's Southwest Taco Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlYO6fkII/AAAAAAAABvk/J8yhYt6hCh8/s1600-h/tacosalad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882733365137538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlYO6fkII/AAAAAAAABvk/J8yhYt6hCh8/s320/tacosalad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In reality - Nasi lemak&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882333933178898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlA-6fkBI/AAAAAAAABus/cYMMZfKDVhU/s320/wendysclub.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an ad. - Wendy's chicken club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882333933178914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlA-6fkCI/AAAAAAAABu0/o-g0NbyfO_E/s320/wendysclub1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In reality - ....Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlA-6fkDI/AAAAAAAABu8/X37ri2-Ftf8/s1600-h/sausageburrito1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882333933178930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlA-6fkDI/AAAAAAAABu8/X37ri2-Ftf8/s320/sausageburrito1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an ad. - McDonald's Sausage Breakfast Burrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlBO6fkEI/AAAAAAAABvE/UTkzm-Wc1ME/s1600-h/sausageburrito2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089882338228146242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLlBO6fkEI/AAAAAAAABvE/UTkzm-Wc1ME/s320/sausageburrito2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In reality - Dog shit that had been wrapped up in toilet paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089920752415641794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqMH9O6fkMI/AAAAAAAABwE/uQSG53Mhn3g/s320/BrzrChlChsHtDg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In an ad. - DQ's cheese dog&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089920748120674482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqMH8-6fkLI/AAAAAAAABv8/y3QakbTE_7c/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In reality - The biggest disappointment ever.. sigh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8990683433314883109?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8990683433314883109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8990683433314883109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8990683433314883109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8990683433314883109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/fastfood-ads-vs-reality.html' title='Fastfood ads VS. Reality'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqLmNO6fkJI/AAAAAAAABvs/FU75JilYsng/s72-c/BellGrande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4815500667454742397</id><published>2007-07-21T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:25:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public toilets</title><content type='html'>Alriiiight~ I'm so sick of bloggin about what I did today and all that shizzle. I honestly don't think anyone gives a rat's ass about what I've done today, because I personally don't give a shiit about what others have done today. hmm but that's just me! It gets really boring postin about my daily acitivities, because secretly I know nobody actually reads it. hahaha :( WHERE IS THA LOVE PEOPLE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089671515463454498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqIlRu6fjyI/AAAAAAAABs0/5pnrY43K0b8/s320/INDON_ranatoilet%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd just came back from having sushi for dinner with my family, and I drank a little too much green tea and had to use the loo baad. There is no doubt that I absolutely hate using public toilets (especially the ones in Brunei).. I try to avoid using public toilets under any circumstances, even when I'm on road trip to say.. Miri.. I'd make sure I'd sleep the whole way through so I won't stuff myself silly with food.. because food will make me thirsty and I know that I'd gulp down a gallon of liquid instantly! but.. at times when I just can't hold it in.. and I HAVE to let it out hahaha.. it calls for some serious re-thinking about public toilets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I really have no choice, then I'd have to use it.. which really sucks. It's so uncomfortable, especially the dark ones. The ones without toilet paper are even worse (The Mall).. how about the ones with footprints patterned all around the toilet seat? Come on people! Have some decency and try sitting on the toilet seat for once! That's what they are made for.. ever thought about lining toilet paper around the toilet seat and sitting on it instead of troubling yourself by climbing onto it and squating? Man.. I'd be so scared to do that.. I think I'd slip and fall down *KABOOM* if you had me squat on a toilet seat like that.. Which reminds me, the ones which dont' even have toilet seats are far worse. The squating ones.. the ones that you'd have to squat over and pee into a very contaminated looking hole.. with shit splattered all over! (Kiulap mall) hahaha bad memories with it ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089671511168487186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqIlRe6fjxI/AAAAAAAABss/L4XYIl07OX0/s320/ist2_2482292_public_toilets_ephesus_turkey%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I was 5, I went shopping with my mum in KL in some mall.. I went to the bathroom and while takin a piss, I slipped and two of my legs went *bloop* straight in! I dont' know what was in there other than my very own piss, but I had black shit all over my leg when I got out.. NOT NICE OK! It was terrible! I was crying too because I felt so 'ughEEEEK'.. didn't even want to look at my own legs. I remember my mum going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AIYOOOOH.. WHY SO LUN CHUN ONEEE! COME COME COME! I CLEAN FOR YOU!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I was like speechless. I was so grossed out.. Also the toilets with big windows at the side that are left open for vantilation.. everytime I'm in one of those, I get a little paranoid.. because I've heard stories of very hamsap guys actually peeking in. So I always make my toilet moments quick and snappy, short and sweet, as long as I get out of there quick! Even tiny little cracks around the toilet area makes me a little paranoid at times.. what if some sick minded dude had happened to hide a camera in there, or an eye is peekin in and you wouldn't even know! I dont' know about you, but I personally am very picky with the toilets I go in... Don't even get me started with the toilets they have in planes (especially air asia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get how guys can stand public toilets.. how do they manage to stand and pee infront of other random strangers looking at their 'happy place'? Just the thought of it is uncomfortable.. Some even make friends while peeing, like you know if a guy is peeing next to another guy.. they'd probably be like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey, my name's Bob.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh.. Hi.. Mine's Nick"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Silent moment*&lt;br /&gt;"Wow.. haha looks like I had a little too much to drink for dinner huh? haha WHOOPS! You need a little help aimin? You almost got me there! haha.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a strange thought.. What do they call those things they pee into again? Urine fountains? hmm.. I need to ask around for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089671519758421810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqIlR-6fjzI/AAAAAAAABs8/nbYSEVeqN3o/s320/shit%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway what I really wanted to write about is making a number 2 in a public toilet. How do people manage to do that? I dont think I've ever made a poopie in a public toilet in my life because I CAN CONTROL IT and IT CAN WAIT! I don't rush to a public toilet to take a shit because that is one thing I' hope I'd never have to do! What really got me to writing this was because in dinner earlier, right before I went to the loo.. there was a malay chick that was sittin on the table infront of mine that was using the toilet before me. So I had to wait around til she got out.. it did take her awhile.. but I was patient and I waited.. and waited.. and waited. When she finally got out, I walked in and it and it was 'wheeeew~'.. the smell explained waht took her so loonnggg. She had a little too much sushi I'm guessing.. haha I didn't use the toilet. I didn't even bother liftin the toilet seat up, because people don't usually.. you know.. flush it all down.. they always leave a little surprise for the next person who goes in. I held my breath and I had to stay in there for awhile because I dint' want to come out instantly and appear rude. So I was kinda like.. 'hanging around' in there you could say.. with my shirt over my nose. It's so embarassing too.. come on laaa.. be more like a womaaan. At least spray perfume after you shit. So females aren't always hygeanic ok! Don't think we are always really clean and organized, we are just as messy as you males are! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4815500667454742397?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4815500667454742397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4815500667454742397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4815500667454742397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4815500667454742397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/public-toilets.html' title='Public toilets'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqIlRu6fjyI/AAAAAAAABs0/5pnrY43K0b8/s72-c/INDON_ranatoilet%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8177826618884812663</id><published>2007-07-20T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:23:31.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look for the layout!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've finally changed the layout of my blog. I've been wanting to change it since forever but I've never gotten around to doing it, because I'm useless when it comes to changing the layouts of a blog.. So I always have to wait until Carrie comes online. You probably already know, but to navigate yourself aroudn the blog, you have to click on the coin-like crosses at the bottom of the page. It's not very obvious, even I didn't know until Carrie told me. I found myself clicking all over the page like a loser.. If you've figured out how to navigate around the blog yourself, big ups to you!! You a genius. I had a problem reading the tagboard at first, but it was alright after I restarted my computer.. so if you have problems with it too.. try restarting your computer.. (if you that desperate to tag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the Sultan cup today with Jasmine, Harry and Jon Shim. haha we met at Funbread cafe and then walked over to batu bersurat (it isn't as far as you think) to watch Jon Shim's sister's team play.. Had Kevin pick me and Jon up at CHAI KEN XIAANGG (teo poi hoon) because it was pourin cats and dogs out.. Watched Jasmo and some other team play, and then watched Malar (?) Setia the pinoy imported team play with some other team. Chris the supposingly very goodlooking player... wasn't as goodlooking as I thought he was going to be. Chen, Jasmine, Kevin and Jonshim all had assured me that I was going to go bonkers when I see him.. but I must say.. I was a little disappointed when I saw him sitting by the stands. He didn't give me the 'omfg I'm going to stalk him the whole night' impression.. more of a 'huh?.. HIM? :S hmm.. ok..' sorta impression.. he's only good looking when he's playing hahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Jon act homosexual infront of him! We could see that Chris was feeling a little uneasy everytime he was put out on the court.. more of being paranoid. Sorta like..&lt;br /&gt;"Shit.. that homo's looking at my ass.. should I stick my arms out like that? Would he be checkin my arms out if I do? Am I running ok... Could my running style be turning that kid on?.."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha which was really funny. Jon was screamin "AHHHH CHRISS!! I LOVE YOUU! DUNK FOR ME!!" the whole night, so paisei ok. Chris was so embarassed too, you could see it. hahahahaha then Jon asked him wehther he could take a photo with him ;) ahahaha.. Chris is so popular. After the match all tha ladehs rushed after him to ask whether they could take photos with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqDVbJ1IseI/AAAAAAAABsM/TcytTyOMejw/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089302241400631778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqDVbJ1IseI/AAAAAAAABsM/TcytTyOMejw/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahah ok so Jon didn't turn out as gay as expected in this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqDVbp1IsfI/AAAAAAAABsU/lG0S9gBf2iA/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089302249990566386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqDVbp1IsfI/AAAAAAAABsU/lG0S9gBf2iA/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RqDVcJ1IsgI/AAAAAAAABsc/ZL75jjNJEvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089302258580500994" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Anyway a short post for today.. I"m not inspired to write about anything in particular at the moment but Harry's little party he had at his place tonight! So ok, blah di blah.. the usual. I don't think you'd be that interested in what I did today, but if you are.. I had Jon pick me up today and we went to pick up a few cake slices for Harry at LeApple (hmm.. Jasmine and Jon still owes me $4.00 *hint hint* I hope you're reading this Jon.. hahahahhahaha), and we arrived with our PoKlEnxX outfitzZz. I'll post photos ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-YmJ1IsPI/AAAAAAAABqU/8EhlZcG9rTA/s1600-h/IMG_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088953885193187570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-YmJ1IsPI/AAAAAAAABqU/8EhlZcG9rTA/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paikia shots ok. So samseng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Ym51IsQI/AAAAAAAABqc/gdZG5aAMyV0/s1600-h/IMG_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088953898078089474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Ym51IsQI/AAAAAAAABqc/gdZG5aAMyV0/s320/IMG_1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahahahaha ok I know it's pretty gross, but me and Jon had raspberry condoms in our mouths instead of cigarettes. I thought they were ketchup packets.. They were gifts for Harry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-YnJ1IsRI/AAAAAAAABqk/as_-Cr8tZG8/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088953902373056786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-YnJ1IsRI/AAAAAAAABqk/as_-Cr8tZG8/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe whoops. I accidently threw an inflatable dummy at Azim's left eye.. and you could instantly see blood clots on his eyeball.. His eye was bloodshot red the whole night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Yn51IsSI/AAAAAAAABqs/YdBQD0y2OlY/s1600-h/IMG_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088953915257958690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Yn51IsSI/AAAAAAAABqs/YdBQD0y2OlY/s320/IMG_1704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jasmine's present to Harry! hahAHAHA to be honest I'm not even sure what it is.. but it's made of playdough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-YoJ1IsTI/AAAAAAAABq0/A-FPW40uSP8/s1600-h/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Wp51IsKI/AAAAAAAABps/gXirYRIR3_I/s1600-h/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088951750594441378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Wp51IsKI/AAAAAAAABps/gXirYRIR3_I/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hardcore fckin sessions broke the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Wqp1IsLI/AAAAAAAABp0/nwDpYAInUaA/s1600-h/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088951763479343282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Wqp1IsLI/AAAAAAAABp0/nwDpYAInUaA/s320/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course.. a party is never a party without a 'girly-slumber-party-moment'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-WrJ1IsMI/AAAAAAAABp8/0LBtKeD4d-U/s1600-h/IMG_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088951772069277890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-WrJ1IsMI/AAAAAAAABp8/0LBtKeD4d-U/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We do our hair, paint our nails and we gossip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-WsJ1IsNI/AAAAAAAABqE/KRVacBN5cj4/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088951789249147090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-WsJ1IsNI/AAAAAAAABqE/KRVacBN5cj4/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Azim showing his feminine side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-WtJ1IsOI/AAAAAAAABqM/AUsJkHSeYIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088951806429016290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-WtJ1IsOI/AAAAAAAABqM/AUsJkHSeYIQ/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK. So samseng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-SxZ1IsFI/AAAAAAAABpE/kFjVvxTRcjY/s1600-h/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088947481396949074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-SxZ1IsFI/AAAAAAAABpE/kFjVvxTRcjY/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Sx51IsGI/AAAAAAAABpM/GmmXeVXx8VQ/s1600-h/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088947489986883682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Sx51IsGI/AAAAAAAABpM/GmmXeVXx8VQ/s320/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-SyZ1IsHI/AAAAAAAABpU/a5cyo5W1VuY/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088947498576818290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-SyZ1IsHI/AAAAAAAABpU/a5cyo5W1VuY/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Threesome.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Sy51IsII/AAAAAAAABpc/h-cbxbTgr1g/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088947507166752898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Sy51IsII/AAAAAAAABpc/h-cbxbTgr1g/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Szp1IsJI/AAAAAAAABpk/jLo2nf8drEM/s1600-h/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088947520051654802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Szp1IsJI/AAAAAAAABpk/jLo2nf8drEM/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This boy is the genious ok. Don't play play.. He is the pictionary master and he's so fckin smart. What the fuck is an 'Easter Island'?! How the hell does a 12 year old like him know and not us..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RWp1IsAI/AAAAAAAABoc/_wFYkKkh10w/s1600-h/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088945922323820546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RWp1IsAI/AAAAAAAABoc/_wFYkKkh10w/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rockstars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RW51IsBI/AAAAAAAABok/DEN_lTfuDiM/s1600-h/IMG_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088945926618787858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RW51IsBI/AAAAAAAABok/DEN_lTfuDiM/s320/IMG_1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RXZ1IsCI/AAAAAAAABos/0sVP2p76eaY/s1600-h/IMG_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088945935208722466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RXZ1IsCI/AAAAAAAABos/0sVP2p76eaY/s320/IMG_1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AHHHHH. This boy is so cute!! I think his name is Roe-Roe..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RX51IsDI/AAAAAAAABo0/OXfmrpi_LYI/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RYJ1IsEI/AAAAAAAABo8/CFI51fyYGy0/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088945948093624386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-RYJ1IsEI/AAAAAAAABo8/CFI51fyYGy0/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PZZ1Ir7I/AAAAAAAABn0/DtjwIB9rKzQ/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943770545205170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PZZ1Ir7I/AAAAAAAABn0/DtjwIB9rKzQ/s320/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My comic to Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PZp1Ir8I/AAAAAAAABn8/uGl3UOKW8lY/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943774840172482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PZp1Ir8I/AAAAAAAABn8/uGl3UOKW8lY/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PaJ1Ir9I/AAAAAAAABoE/pMdWy0aFxUU/s1600-h/IMG_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943783430107090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PaJ1Ir9I/AAAAAAAABoE/pMdWy0aFxUU/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Pap1Ir-I/AAAAAAAABoM/tGhgodQQH2s/s1600-h/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943792020041698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-Pap1Ir-I/AAAAAAAABoM/tGhgodQQH2s/s320/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rock ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PbJ1Ir_I/AAAAAAAABoU/DNyBw6ydXUM/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943800609976306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-PbJ1Ir_I/AAAAAAAABoU/DNyBw6ydXUM/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pro lead singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N151Ir2I/AAAAAAAABnM/udZQK1DvyJA/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088942061148221282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N151Ir2I/AAAAAAAABnM/udZQK1DvyJA/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N2Z1Ir3I/AAAAAAAABnU/WfxS5jgqVDM/s1600-h/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088942069738155890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N2Z1Ir3I/AAAAAAAABnU/WfxS5jgqVDM/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N3J1Ir4I/AAAAAAAABnc/Ufy6oXDBEjU/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088942082623057794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N3J1Ir4I/AAAAAAAABnc/Ufy6oXDBEjU/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; third-wheeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N3p1Ir5I/AAAAAAAABnk/IGL-tk7OTFU/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088942091212992402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N3p1Ir5I/AAAAAAAABnk/IGL-tk7OTFU/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N4p1Ir6I/AAAAAAAABns/_5SYYacJ2bA/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088942108392861602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-N4p1Ir6I/AAAAAAAABns/_5SYYacJ2bA/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-ME51IrxI/AAAAAAAABmk/EVwhNnvZgUk/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088940119823003410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-ME51IrxI/AAAAAAAABmk/EVwhNnvZgUk/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nintendo wiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MFZ1IryI/AAAAAAAABms/lTYBNIA5zo0/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088940128412938018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MFZ1IryI/AAAAAAAABms/lTYBNIA5zo0/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MGJ1IrzI/AAAAAAAABm0/PyWtZKNDkao/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088940141297839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MGJ1IrzI/AAAAAAAABm0/PyWtZKNDkao/s320/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MG51Ir0I/AAAAAAAABm8/1OkySJ_TiTE/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088940154182741826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MG51Ir0I/AAAAAAAABm8/1OkySJ_TiTE/s320/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Harry rockin it at the Tennis court&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MHZ1Ir1I/AAAAAAAABnE/k3YWXKjVw3A/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088940162772676434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-MHZ1Ir1I/AAAAAAAABnE/k3YWXKjVw3A/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KV51IrsI/AAAAAAAABl8/qh63TZp8SI4/s1600-h/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088938212857523906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KV51IrsI/AAAAAAAABl8/qh63TZp8SI4/s320/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KWZ1IrtI/AAAAAAAABmE/4XvZLOwGJhs/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088938221447458514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KWZ1IrtI/AAAAAAAABmE/4XvZLOwGJhs/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poklenx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KW51IruI/AAAAAAAABmM/J4IUl5ByQPI/s1600-h/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088938230037393122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KW51IruI/AAAAAAAABmM/J4IUl5ByQPI/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KXJ1IrvI/AAAAAAAABmU/laLmhDdM7zE/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088938234332360434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KXJ1IrvI/AAAAAAAABmU/laLmhDdM7zE/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KXp1IrwI/AAAAAAAABmc/8MrPQj_2vtk/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088938242922295042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-KXp1IrwI/AAAAAAAABmc/8MrPQj_2vtk/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IXp1IrnI/AAAAAAAABlU/pQglVttv_bM/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088936043899039346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IXp1IrnI/AAAAAAAABlU/pQglVttv_bM/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahaha Nacho the dog from hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IYJ1IroI/AAAAAAAABlc/U3LX5bDnB1M/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088936052488973954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IYJ1IroI/AAAAAAAABlc/U3LX5bDnB1M/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IYZ1IrpI/AAAAAAAABlk/DCVUHP-eaIE/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088936056783941266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IYZ1IrpI/AAAAAAAABlk/DCVUHP-eaIE/s320/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PoKlEn HeArTxXx~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IY51IrqI/AAAAAAAABls/GTHNh48IUVU/s1600-h/IMG_1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088936065373875874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IY51IrqI/AAAAAAAABls/GTHNh48IUVU/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088936069668843186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-IZJ1IrrI/AAAAAAAABl0/x6xe5c1bqG0/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DPJ1IriI/AAAAAAAABks/q4w5k9Rq2mA/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088930400312012322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DPJ1IriI/AAAAAAAABks/q4w5k9Rq2mA/s320/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Condoms for Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DPp1IrjI/AAAAAAAABk0/5GFF9iCqc-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088930408901946930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DPp1IrjI/AAAAAAAABk0/5GFF9iCqc-Y/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cigarettes for Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DQJ1IrkI/AAAAAAAABk8/QWz5_XF4OpY/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088930417491881538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DQJ1IrkI/AAAAAAAABk8/QWz5_XF4OpY/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DQp1IrlI/AAAAAAAABlE/nYQG7gGAcrk/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088930426081816146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DQp1IrlI/AAAAAAAABlE/nYQG7gGAcrk/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vodka for Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DRJ1IrmI/AAAAAAAABlM/b1WB0fVZr1A/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088930434671750754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-DRJ1IrmI/AAAAAAAABlM/b1WB0fVZr1A/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My comic for Harry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-687488807358770878?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/687488807358770878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=687488807358770878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/687488807358770878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/687488807358770878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birhtday-harry.html' title='Happy birhtday Harry !'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rp-YmJ1IsPI/AAAAAAAABqU/8EhlZcG9rTA/s72-c/IMG_1772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7131430100112567103</id><published>2007-07-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:40:02.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson looks like Lord Voldemort</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaaaaack! I'm so sorry for the lack of updates, I've just been feeling so unproductive this holiday. I feel like a... blob.. but I'm here! And the blog's still alive! Well, sorta.. hahaha nobody's tagging anymore :( Oh well. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say that the reason behind the lack updates is because I've been so busy doing really wild things this holiday, like "I went bungee jumping with a few of my friends last Thursday!" or "I had a tour around the whole of Europe, and had a shopping spree at Paris!".. But I really haven't been doing anything but bumming around with the usual peeepo's.. and then I suddenly felt guilty for being such a bum.. I just thought I'd start making use of this holiday.. and I thought I'd start off my productive holiday by postin an update in my blog! Not exactly 'productive' I should say.. but I would like to think that it's a good way to start anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultan's birthday was yesterday! No shit sherlock.. but yerh man.. I was going a little paranoid yesterday night, because I kept thinking someone was continuously knocking on my front door. I did think it was a little silly.. you know.. I mean if someone wanted to break in, he'd fucking knock the door down. Then shortly after quite some time, I realised it was the sound of fireworks. This hasn't been the first time ok.. The fireworks are so disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the afternoon show at Kiulap today for Harry Potter with Azim, Jasmine and Harry.. I haven't read the book so I was a little "..wtf?" during the movie, but I still enjoyed it haha. I had my brother explain the movie to me when I got back, so I'm not so much of "..wtf?" anymore.. During the movie, Harry (Hii) made the strangest point ever, but I found it so right.. he said&lt;br /&gt;"eh, Voldemort siang ka Michael Jackson hoh?"&lt;br /&gt;haha ok my Hokkien sucks, but I'm just quoting him ok. He's so right man, Voldemort and Michael Jackson can be bruvahhh's. They both got no nose and they both white like no other.. but Voldemort's bald.. If Michael shaved his head, hmmm.. anyway, I dont' think any of the Harry Potter's had ever disappointed me.. Or I think I just keep telling myself that. haha but I dont' think I've ever fell asleep while watching a Harry Potter movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is odd because I think I actually felt my eyelids were getting a little heavy while watching Transformers? Now I know it's like the ultimate ding dong bomb, and it's like you know.. the movie of the year.. and everyone I know enjoyed it.. but I've realised that I've just been lying to myself really.. I thought about it.. and I didn't actually quite enjoy that movie.. *-).. hahaha I've watched it twice and I still dont' get what the fucking glasses are for.. maybe I'm not very good at watching movies but shiiieet man.. can someone tell me what those glasses are for? Transformers is such a guy's movie man. It's especially dedicated to all the guys, and there isn't any suga for the girls! The movie consists of robots, alot of fighting scenes and hot chicks.. That is like the 3 ingredients that will make any guy go gaga! (Ishan..hahahaha) Shia Lebeouf isn't that cute too.. If he was cute maybe the movie would be more appealing to females.. but he's not.. really.. He's ok.. hmm... haha but I still koinda.. liked the movie.. you know.. and stuff. The military dude was pretty fine though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here.. photos. Probably like the only reason why some people actually read my blog. haha just a few random photos that were taken during the last week or so. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine's movie night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDAp1IrdI/AAAAAAAABkE/x_cTgN8pPi4/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804251297066450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDAp1IrdI/AAAAAAAABkE/x_cTgN8pPi4/s320/DSCN0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDAp1IreI/AAAAAAAABkM/ouihfdevy0c/s1600-h/DSCN0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804251297066466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDAp1IreI/AAAAAAAABkM/ouihfdevy0c/s320/DSCN0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caaaaamera shyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDA51IrfI/AAAAAAAABkU/SfM5aBr4RMA/s1600-h/DSCN0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804255592033778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDA51IrfI/AAAAAAAABkU/SfM5aBr4RMA/s320/DSCN0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hazim's famous century egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDA51IrgI/AAAAAAAABkc/J6HBE2BAKFU/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804255592033794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDA51IrgI/AAAAAAAABkc/J6HBE2BAKFU/s320/DSCN0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin making his move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDBJ1IrhI/AAAAAAAABkk/ViupD9h2GSU/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087804259887001106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDBJ1IrhI/AAAAAAAABkk/ViupD9h2GSU/s320/DSCN0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chillarxin outside Jasmine's house with our friends the Mosquitos and Toads.. and occasionaly our friend the stray dog would pop by and give us 'the stare'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCEJ1IrYI/AAAAAAAABjc/fCNEe9OQL0M/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803211914980738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCEJ1IrYI/AAAAAAAABjc/fCNEe9OQL0M/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BAPE...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCE51IrZI/AAAAAAAABjk/PV_Xzmi4a-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803224799882642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCE51IrZI/AAAAAAAABjk/PV_Xzmi4a-Y/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Biiiiiiiiiiiig Maaaaaac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCFJ1IraI/AAAAAAAABjs/G1aVGaaiG2g/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803229094849954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCFJ1IraI/AAAAAAAABjs/G1aVGaaiG2g/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCFZ1IrbI/AAAAAAAABj0/hCyplCmtBzw/s1600-h/DSCN0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803233389817266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCFZ1IrbI/AAAAAAAABj0/hCyplCmtBzw/s320/DSCN0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are PokKlEnNxxHeArTxx to tha y to tha z babeh~ Because our car stereo systems blasting loud and our rims bling bling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCFp1IrcI/AAAAAAAABj8/n1Rehk0hzXs/s1600-h/DSCN0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803237684784578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuCFp1IrcI/AAAAAAAABj8/n1Rehk0hzXs/s320/DSCN0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jean's grillz are blinding us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBUZ1IrTI/AAAAAAAABi0/bDs2McdofbM/s1600-h/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802391576227122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBUZ1IrTI/AAAAAAAABi0/bDs2McdofbM/s320/IMG_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NABILAH'S GRILLZ hahahHAHA are blinding us *snort* Jean has a grillz buddy now man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBVJ1IrUI/AAAAAAAABi8/K3y8YsNKViA/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802404461129026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBVJ1IrUI/AAAAAAAABi8/K3y8YsNKViA/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stylo Milo maaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBVZ1IrVI/AAAAAAAABjE/rYxRw6XYIHw/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802408756096338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBVZ1IrVI/AAAAAAAABjE/rYxRw6XYIHw/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBV51IrWI/AAAAAAAABjM/Z6oC_Zf3iPg/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802417346030946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBV51IrWI/AAAAAAAABjM/Z6oC_Zf3iPg/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802421640998258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuBWJ1IrXI/AAAAAAAABjU/tx41DXqPiYI/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lao Sai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RBRC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt-KJ1IrQI/AAAAAAAABic/bolRwEH2LAM/s1600-h/IMG_16151111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087798916947684610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt-KJ1IrQI/AAAAAAAABic/bolRwEH2LAM/s320/IMG_16151111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Air conditioning at Amigos was like set at -2 degrees or something. You blow into it and mist comes out! That is the ultimate ding dong bomb man.. (Ann Lau/Jean, I told you it's fucking winter! I wear my beanie got reason one ok? ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt-KZ1IrRI/AAAAAAAABik/NdqWjlycYsM/s1600-h/IMG_161411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087798921242651922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt-KZ1IrRI/AAAAAAAABik/NdqWjlycYsM/s320/IMG_161411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Experiencing winter in Brunei.. Extreme climate change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt-K51IrSI/AAAAAAAABis/TyksGisEl4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087798929832586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt-K51IrSI/AAAAAAAABis/TyksGisEl4Y/s320/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha ok you can't see the mist here, and we look like fucking losers.. but if you were there you'd be so amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087796614845213906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8EJ1IrNI/AAAAAAAABiE/wztILEjMyG0/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught a cockroach in my room. I didn't have the guts to whack it.. I let it go in my balconey instead. Because Buddha says if you harm animals, you become an animal in your next life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gadong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8CZ1IrJI/AAAAAAAABhk/m8ujXeQrrJw/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087796584780442770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8CZ1IrJI/AAAAAAAABhk/m8ujXeQrrJw/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8C51IrKI/AAAAAAAABhs/DVm04zTwzGs/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087796593370377378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8C51IrKI/AAAAAAAABhs/DVm04zTwzGs/s320/IMG_1639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hazim's century egg.. The ugly duckling too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8DJ1IrLI/AAAAAAAABh0/99IMzNxmPqs/s1600-h/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087796597665344690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8DJ1IrLI/AAAAAAAABh0/99IMzNxmPqs/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My very depressing lookin cheesedog.. that I had been cravin for about 2 nights before. I was so disappointed :(.. It looks like a maggot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8Dp1IrMI/AAAAAAAABh8/Nk8i3_yaukc/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087796606255279298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt8Dp1IrMI/AAAAAAAABh8/Nk8i3_yaukc/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon dressed to impress.. poklen style babeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087794402937056322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt6DZ1IrEI/AAAAAAAABg8/4vD5gaB9vwI/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class photo pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087794411526990946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt6D51IrGI/AAAAAAAABhM/ppdpcOdzD4M/s320/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazim's wardrobe consists of... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087794433001827458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt6FJ1IrII/AAAAAAAABhc/pu4OekJ4s68/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.T meets Jon Shim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087798904062782690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rpt-JZ1IrOI/AAAAAAAABiM/rOoBgyrMG7s/s320/DSC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7131430100112567103?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7131430100112567103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7131430100112567103' title='74 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7131430100112567103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7131430100112567103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/michael-jackson-looks-like-lord.html' title='Michael Jackson looks like Lord Voldemort'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RpuDAp1IrdI/AAAAAAAABkE/x_cTgN8pPi4/s72-c/DSCN0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>74</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1461304537115132245</id><published>2007-07-03T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:34:09.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyver's farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RopFXgPBEBI/AAAAAAAABg0/Mq4_mj0A4k0/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082951399533252626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RopFXgPBEBI/AAAAAAAABg0/Mq4_mj0A4k0/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Gyver Jude Con Con (hahahaha.. I like his name. I find it so fascinating everytime I say it..) We'll miss seeing your tired ass work so hard during Business class! And we'll miss your extremely gifted voice in singing! It's sad because I've hardly gotten to know you, and now that you're leaving I feel that I should've gotten the time to talk to you more because without doubt you are the most awesome lamest dude out there. You smart too. No joke! hahaa I hope I didn't miss seeing you off though :S Shit. I have to find out when your'e leaving.. OK take good care of yourself at England, and make the best out of your performing arts school! We'll miss you !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1461304537115132245?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1461304537115132245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1461304537115132245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1461304537115132245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1461304537115132245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/cheesy-post-for-cheesy-goodbye-farewell.html' title='Gyver&apos;s farewell'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RopFXgPBEBI/AAAAAAAABg0/Mq4_mj0A4k0/s72-c/IMG_1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-5512349549550827507</id><published>2007-07-03T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:00:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimples are the bomb</title><content type='html'>Holy shiznit... OK so I just had a facial treatment yesterday, haha and it hurt like a bitch. I was looking through Ann and Jon's new blog - &lt;a href="http://chiseenisus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chiseenisus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (check it out!)&lt;br /&gt;and they linked a video on youtube of this guy with a huge ass zit on his back, and they had some hard core poppin sessions with it man. It was really gross, pukeable and the pus didnt' seem to want to stop coming out.. haha and then I checked out similair videos, and there's a video of this guy having a pretty bad infection on his armpit. They called it a zit, but I seriously, seriously doubt it's a zit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdXJjEyjI_4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdXJjEyjI_4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;Here. Must watch! It doesn't look anything like a zit man.. I honestly don't think you should be watching it right before dinner though ahah. Some really gross stuff they have in youtube! It's a pretty crazy world out there.. hrmm wait a minute, I just read through it and it originally was a boil that had been through surgery and now it's been filled up with gauze until it finally heals up. It's still a really disturbing clip though! You also should check out the huge ass zit clip on the person's back at Ann and Jon's blog. haha yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK HOLY SHIT HAHAHAHA.. Those two videos are nothing compared to this one here man. Forget the links I gave you above.. ditch those and watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOH333Br4IM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOH333Br4IM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke this is by far the most pukeable video I've seen in a long time.. oh my god this woman has problems! It's the largest zit I've ever seen in my life! It's a tumor.. apparently.. but oh my god you have to watch this! *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my days have really just been occupied by DVD watching, Oreo munching, Milk sipping, Day dreaming, Sleep talking and all that other shizzle. To be honest, nothing much really has happened, and by the looks of it, holidays are starting off prettyyy great! No joke! ...likee.. usually people would enjoy travelling during their holidays, or going to the gym.. I enjoy staying home and being a lazy cow. But at times a good holiday out of Brunei sounds really good.. and maybe a few gym sessions wouldn't be bad.. but I like staying home and feeling unproductive at times. It's a good change, whereas during school days I'd have to worry about completing my english essay or art project by next week or something. Wait a minute.. I stil have to wrory about that, but I'll leave that for later thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmm.. so is it me or does Rihanna just sound really dumb? hehe no really.. I don't blame her accent, she has some weird jamaican accent or some sort.. but what makes her so great? Could it posibbly be her unexpressionless voice she puts on everytime she sings? Or her really creepy way of dancing tip toed in her Umbrella video? Or the really dumb name she had given for her new album 'Good girl turns bad'?! urrrrhh.. Sure Rihanna.. We believe you've 'turned bad'.. haha ok so maybe what she was meant to project out was taht she had matured so much more since the last album..? Really random stuff I'm pointing out here.. But I honestly dont' like Rihanna. WAHAHHHH.. that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah you also have to check out Akon's 'raping scene' on the stage with a 15 year old. What the hell was he thinking.. even if she was 18 years old, I wouldnt' think it'd be appropriate to perform that to an audience.. Holy shiznit that's messed.. He just starting tossing the girl around and performing sexual stunts on her.. maybe it's a type of dance they have over where he came from?! hahah but a little dodgy dont' you think?! You'd know when you actually see the video.. it's so odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://absolutely.fa-bulo.us/akon-simulated-rape-video/"&gt;http://absolutely.fa-bulo.us/akon-simulated-rape-video/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah watch closely, he runs off after the dance like he'd just realised he'd just done something really bad. Sorta like a "Oops! I just had dry sex with this girl on stage infront of all my fans! Oh man I really shoudlnt' have done that! I shoudl probably run away now and hope nobody saw it!" haha Akon sucks too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerh man.. ok taht's probably about it.. I will update soon. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-5512349549550827507?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5512349549550827507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=5512349549550827507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5512349549550827507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5512349549550827507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/pimples-are-bomb.html' title='Pimples are the bomb'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-834885566764203659</id><published>2007-07-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:20:54.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHotos</title><content type='html'>These are a few photos that were taken on our outting last Friday. haha we played alot of Big2 :S.. Gadong sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokHLAPBD-I/AAAAAAAABgc/ZZEqu91TgZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082601540087255010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokHLAPBD-I/AAAAAAAABgc/ZZEqu91TgZQ/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokHLQPBD_I/AAAAAAAABgk/ziI1qSlHxZE/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082601544382222322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokHLQPBD_I/AAAAAAAABgk/ziI1qSlHxZE/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokHMAPBEAI/AAAAAAAABgs/pJ4an-wrnyA/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082601557267124226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokHMAPBEAI/AAAAAAAABgs/pJ4an-wrnyA/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGRQPBD5I/AAAAAAAABf0/3LkcMpbiRnQ/s1600-h/IMG_1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082600547949809554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGRQPBD5I/AAAAAAAABf0/3LkcMpbiRnQ/s320/IMG_1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGSgPBD6I/AAAAAAAABf8/8_v4jBw0CWw/s1600-h/IMG_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082600569424646050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGSgPBD6I/AAAAAAAABf8/8_v4jBw0CWw/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You very samseng la zim.. Omg loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGSwPBD7I/AAAAAAAABgE/TzbnXqqSWHk/s1600-h/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082600573719613362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGSwPBD7I/AAAAAAAABgE/TzbnXqqSWHk/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGUAPBD8I/AAAAAAAABgM/1_dlgVW_KY4/s1600-h/IMG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082600595194449858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGUAPBD8I/AAAAAAAABgM/1_dlgVW_KY4/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Failed Nike shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGUQPBD9I/AAAAAAAABgU/4Pt-72ZhBWM/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082600599489417170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokGUQPBD9I/AAAAAAAABgU/4Pt-72ZhBWM/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the left, x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFPQPBD0I/AAAAAAAABfM/QiovRmY8EOg/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599414078443330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFPQPBD0I/AAAAAAAABfM/QiovRmY8EOg/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFPwPBD1I/AAAAAAAABfU/1dhepyA-mFo/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599422668377938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFPwPBD1I/AAAAAAAABfU/1dhepyA-mFo/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFQAPBD2I/AAAAAAAABfc/MctBOXhm_WM/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599426963345250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFQAPBD2I/AAAAAAAABfc/MctBOXhm_WM/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFQQPBD3I/AAAAAAAABfk/4x0fOWK12MA/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599431258312562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFQQPBD3I/AAAAAAAABfk/4x0fOWK12MA/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFQgPBD4I/AAAAAAAABfs/WH9AOevidH0/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082599435553279874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokFQgPBD4I/AAAAAAAABfs/WH9AOevidH0/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokETAPBDvI/AAAAAAAABek/voOiHChRVKc/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082598378991324914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokETAPBDvI/AAAAAAAABek/voOiHChRVKc/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buddieeees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokETgPBDwI/AAAAAAAABes/FLcARZkGLAs/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082598387581259522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokETgPBDwI/AAAAAAAABes/FLcARZkGLAs/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokEUAPBDxI/AAAAAAAABe0/-OsbzSI8iP8/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082598396171194130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokEUAPBDxI/AAAAAAAABe0/-OsbzSI8iP8/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokEUgPBDyI/AAAAAAAABe8/EIKuYQrVUVc/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082598404761128738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokEUgPBDyI/AAAAAAAABe8/EIKuYQrVUVc/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wuiseh Hui Min..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokEVgPBDzI/AAAAAAAABfE/yUIanLQNzvY/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082598421940997938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokEVgPBDzI/AAAAAAAABfE/yUIanLQNzvY/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCqQPBDqI/AAAAAAAABd8/hoOJn7Q8tcg/s1600-h/IMG_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596579400027810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCqQPBDqI/AAAAAAAABd8/hoOJn7Q8tcg/s320/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvis Presley, hubba hubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCrwPBDrI/AAAAAAAABeE/vhQkeFts_AA/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596605169831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCrwPBDrI/AAAAAAAABeE/vhQkeFts_AA/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCsAPBDsI/AAAAAAAABeM/EY0w7TRqt7c/s1600-h/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596609464798914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCsAPBDsI/AAAAAAAABeM/EY0w7TRqt7c/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCtwPBDtI/AAAAAAAABeU/oRBWQkP1JIo/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596639529570002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCtwPBDtI/AAAAAAAABeU/oRBWQkP1JIo/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCuAPBDuI/AAAAAAAABec/l-cx7Tv20Zs/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082596643824537314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokCuAPBDuI/AAAAAAAABec/l-cx7Tv20Zs/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBMwPBDlI/AAAAAAAABdU/ZUAjTV2vltA/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082594973082259026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBMwPBDlI/AAAAAAAABdU/ZUAjTV2vltA/s320/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBNQPBDmI/AAAAAAAABdc/40xkq2h9Buo/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082594981672193634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBNQPBDmI/AAAAAAAABdc/40xkq2h9Buo/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBNgPBDnI/AAAAAAAABdk/LfvdFtM4u1A/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082594985967160946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBNgPBDnI/AAAAAAAABdk/LfvdFtM4u1A/s320/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBNwPBDoI/AAAAAAAABds/VZm9Qso2tX4/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082594990262128258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBNwPBDoI/AAAAAAAABds/VZm9Qso2tX4/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann Lau's new friend&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBOQPBDpI/AAAAAAAABd0/K1ix-Wchkxk/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082594998852062866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokBOQPBDpI/AAAAAAAABd0/K1ix-Wchkxk/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeeanuuuut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-834885566764203659?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/834885566764203659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=834885566764203659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/834885566764203659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/834885566764203659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/photos_02.html' title='PHotos'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RokHLAPBD-I/AAAAAAAABgc/ZZEqu91TgZQ/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-1891623960156498961</id><published>2007-07-02T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:35:32.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Photos that were taken at RBRC on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Roj1RAPBDdI/AAAAAAAABcU/4BTt0yCF53w/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082581851957169618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Roj1RAPBDdI/AAAAAAAABcU/4BTt0yCF53w/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Roj1RQPBDeI/AAAAAAAABcc/CEh-6jez6ms/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082581856252136930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Roj1RQPBDeI/AAAAAAAABcc/CEh-6jez6ms/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Roj1RgPBDfI/AAAAAAAABck/FphX6hNuEPs/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082581860547104242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Roj1RgPBDfI/AAAAAAAABck/FphX6hNuEPs/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrqwPBDYI/AAAAAAAABbs/vctLO7shXHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082571299222523266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrqwPBDYI/AAAAAAAABbs/vctLO7shXHQ/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrrQPBDZI/AAAAAAAABb0/T0dYGx7R8BY/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082571307812457874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrrQPBDZI/AAAAAAAABb0/T0dYGx7R8BY/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrsQPBDaI/AAAAAAAABb8/SpTryaj7B3U/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082571324992327074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrsQPBDaI/AAAAAAAABb8/SpTryaj7B3U/s320/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrswPBDbI/AAAAAAAABcE/Yw2O7RjkQnU/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082571333582261682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RojrswPBDbI/AAAAAAAABcE/Yw2O7RjkQnU/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-1891623960156498961?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/1891623960156498961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=1891623960156498961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1891623960156498961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/1891623960156498961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Roj1RAPBDdI/AAAAAAAABcU/4BTt0yCF53w/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4118482765439518273</id><published>2007-07-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:40:43.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann's views on the people around here in Brunei</title><content type='html'>Like I've said on my last post.. I'll try to keep my blogging a little more daily.. Since I've got nothing else better to do. Hrm.. I'm getting really sick of the layout in this blog. It's time for a makeover! I'll try to work on that.. But I think I'd need Carrie's help! So Carrie, when you find some time off eating popcorn by the cinema counter, help me with the layout! I'm absolutely rubbish when it comes to this sorta shizzle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. You know, I really don't think that you'd be that interested in what I did today. But if you are, hrm which I find very strange.. (because I honestly wouldn't care less about what you had for breakfast this morning, or what channels you watched on tv today) then here you go! I had a very restless sleep last night actually. I went to bed at 5ish and woke up at 10.. and realised I was still feeling a little sleepy, so went back to bed until 3. Oh my god holidays had just started, and I'm already turning into a cow. haha went to RBRC and met up with Harry, Jon.. blarh the usual people.. and all that. That was probably about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the funkiest dream the other night.. haha you see.. me and a couple of friends (Jon shim was the only one I remembered from that dream) went into a school at night, supposedly haunted I guess. For some reason the whole scene changed when we entered the doors, it became a more of a medical check up.  We had to que up and all that crap you do in a hospital, and we even had to take a number. So the nurse numbered out '6 - 3 - 5 -5' with her fingers to me, that was my number by the way. Then I woke up. I don't know what happened next. It was a nightmare, because the place was haunted and I was shit scared. That's all I remembered :(.. 4D MAN! Typical chinese thinking! You dream of a number, you have to buy the number! Which is weird, how come I never hear white people buying numbers? Is it only us chinese? hahah have you actually ever heard of a white person buying 4D numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the number didnt' come up. So I'm never trusting the silly dreams I have from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about something today actually.. hrmm.. Oh yea man. The people who work around here, sometimes are so rude! No kidding! They aren't motivated one bit, and they don't work as if they want the job. I don't blame them.. the pay some people earn around here in some places are like slave wages man; like there's this woman who works in Amigos at RBRC , oh my god I really want to slap her everytime I see her. Think she so cool ah? She is so rude, how I wish she gets fired soon! I really don't understand what sets us apart from the tourists or the un-locals around here. It's like when I come up to a counter and ask for something, they give me the stink eye and treat me like I'm not being serious about the matter. It's like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, can I have a towel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bah bah.. nah. Sign here."&lt;br /&gt;"Sign where..? Here?"&lt;br /&gt;"YEA wah! Here! You return the towel before 6 ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a total different scenario when they're serving a white person. Just because they're not from around here, and they have a different skin colour, and they get intimidated when it comes to talking to a white person because their english isn't as good.. They decide to switch to 'nice mode'. Because inside their brains, their tiny.. tiny little brains.. it's been screwed in that if they don't treat a white person or an un-local nicely, they're bound to get complaints. What, you don't think you'd get that from a local? Oh my god, I'm looking forward to the day when I get to complain about the woman who works in Amigos!! Just you wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont' get it.. I really don't.. why do they act so unmotivated towards some people, and to a different group of people they decide to act as if it's all rainbows and butterflies! I find that it's one of the most common problem around here.. is that some people are so rude. If I slapped every person who appear to be rude in Brunei, I think I'd easily leave my hand mark on half of the population's faces around here. But yerrrhhh.. that's just me.. What do you guys think?! I guess we've all become so used to it, it doesn't tend to bother us as much. Still does bother me a little though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So once again I'm sorry for ditching my blog for such a long time, I am though trying to make up for it! haha ok enough. I'll post photos up and stuff some other time.. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4118482765439518273?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4118482765439518273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4118482765439518273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4118482765439518273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4118482765439518273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/07/anns-views-on-people-around-here-in.html' title='Ann&apos;s views on the people around here in Brunei'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4418113770047858746</id><published>2007-06-30T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T19:54:12.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann's comeback!</title><content type='html'>First of all... HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAH.. I'm really sorry I haven't been blogging guys! It's just.. I've been so.. so.. busy.. blarhh.. who am I kidding? I'm a lazy cow. :( hehe but I'm blogging now! I've suddenly been inspired! in a way.. sorta.. kinda.. well maybe. Just a little post to inform you guys that I am not dead, and so as my blog! I'm not going to abandon it just yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have planned to post up all the photos taht were taken in Bangkok during the Fobissea games, but I got lazy.. and it's still saved as drafts. So I'll finish that up for you guys to check out. Fobissea was the bomb man.. No doubt. I dont' know why I wasn't excited about it! It turned out to be pretty kickass! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'm feeling.. normal today. My last post sounded a little "garh..?" because I was a little koo koo then.. but I've decided to sound.. more normal today. Because you know.. I am normal. You know? haha well school just ended, and that's a 7 week summer break for us! So that's really kick ass, but I really am not looking forward to going into year 11. It's going to be pretty crazy.. I've already got courseworks that I have to work on for Year 11 during the summer break, and it's going to count as 50% of my end of year marks. That's really crazy actually.. I've never actually had to work during a summer break, it's because year 10 and 11 is a 2 year course. Summer break.. hrmm.. Why do they even call it a summer break? It's summer all year round in Brunei anyway.. ergarhd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. That reminds me, when I'm older, I want to stay in a cold place! I'm so sick of the sun.. Lately I've been getting a lot of sun burns.. No joke. It's official, I'm a walking shadow. I'm like Michael Jackson when he was black, or an Oreo cookie. hehe white in the inside, black on the outside right? Well I'm not exactly white. I'm more of yellow.. Okay, so I'm like Apu from the simpsons. Yellow in the inside but brown on the outside. Or a fried banana..? hahahaa OK I'm running out of examples.. But you get the idea. I've gotten so tannned! First it was sports day, then Empire.. Just been out in the sun so much I think I'm about to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I find the time, and when I'm not feeling lazy.. I'll post up photos from Sports Day and all. Honestly guys, I think it's just the pictures that gets you reading my posts.. It would make life so much better if you got yourself a Facebook account. hahahahaha but no, I'll still post photos up on my blog.. for viewing pleasures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a car.. Or a boat.. I wish I could fly! hrmm.. okok So I'll try my best to make my bloggin a little more daily.. So there you go! Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4418113770047858746?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4418113770047858746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4418113770047858746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4418113770047858746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4418113770047858746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/06/anns-comeback.html' title='Ann&apos;s comeback!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4410270690128798475</id><published>2007-05-31T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:07:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fobissea photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RnW-Ufm7ZwI/AAAAAAAABbE/dh_ylC6XM54/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077173414221539074" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Pb8p2bZI/AAAAAAAABUU/VxZE_301my8/s320/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7PcMp2baI/AAAAAAAABUc/qieWzaBJLoM/s1600-h/Picture+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070718313805802914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7PcMp2baI/AAAAAAAABUc/qieWzaBJLoM/s320/Picture+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Pcsp2bbI/AAAAAAAABUk/u5UAa6GchPY/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070718322395737522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Pcsp2bbI/AAAAAAAABUk/u5UAa6GchPY/s320/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O4cp2bSI/AAAAAAAABTc/34Ug5fPXIIo/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070717699625479458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O4cp2bSI/AAAAAAAABTc/34Ug5fPXIIo/s320/Picture+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O48p2bTI/AAAAAAAABTk/NXmBrC4t42s/s1600-h/Picture+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070717708215414066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O48p2bTI/AAAAAAAABTk/NXmBrC4t42s/s320/Picture+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O5Mp2bUI/AAAAAAAABTs/WFnYiophnv0/s1600-h/Picture+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070717712510381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O5Mp2bUI/AAAAAAAABTs/WFnYiophnv0/s320/Picture+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O5sp2bVI/AAAAAAAABT0/rE1uTxrZzEw/s1600-h/Picture+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070717721100315986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O5sp2bVI/AAAAAAAABT0/rE1uTxrZzEw/s320/Picture+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O58p2bWI/AAAAAAAABT8/Efc0L6jh9GA/s1600-h/Picture+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070717725395283298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7O58p2bWI/AAAAAAAABT8/Efc0L6jh9GA/s320/Picture+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7JfMp2bNI/AAAAAAAABS0/ChHvH4vy77I/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070711768275643602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7JfMp2bNI/AAAAAAAABS0/ChHvH4vy77I/s320/Picture+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Jfsp2bOI/AAAAAAAABS8/ZvJcql2Nrf0/s1600-h/Picture+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070711776865578210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Jfsp2bOI/AAAAAAAABS8/ZvJcql2Nrf0/s320/Picture+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Jf8p2bPI/AAAAAAAABTE/hhc0t3lMkmc/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070711781160545522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Jf8p2bPI/AAAAAAAABTE/hhc0t3lMkmc/s320/Picture+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7JgMp2bQI/AAAAAAAABTM/VFNknPy1Gi4/s1600-h/Picture+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070711785455512834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7JgMp2bQI/AAAAAAAABTM/VFNknPy1Gi4/s320/Picture+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Jgcp2bRI/AAAAAAAABTU/k1ORI5CG3Rk/s1600-h/Picture+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070711789750480146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7Jgcp2bRI/AAAAAAAABTU/k1ORI5CG3Rk/s320/Picture+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IUMp2bII/AAAAAAAABSM/o9kOPwI6FTA/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070710479785454722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IUMp2bII/AAAAAAAABSM/o9kOPwI6FTA/s320/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IU8p2bJI/AAAAAAAABSU/o-sJEA6Z3so/s1600-h/Picture+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070710492670356626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IU8p2bJI/AAAAAAAABSU/o-sJEA6Z3so/s320/Picture+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IVMp2bKI/AAAAAAAABSc/rgnsU9laU58/s1600-h/Picture+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070710496965323938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IVMp2bKI/AAAAAAAABSc/rgnsU9laU58/s320/Picture+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IVsp2bLI/AAAAAAAABSk/aX2V5l-MrCw/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070710505555258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IVsp2bLI/AAAAAAAABSk/aX2V5l-MrCw/s320/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IV8p2bMI/AAAAAAAABSs/VNuAvOq9Ydo/s1600-h/Picture+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070710509850225858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rl7IV8p2bMI/AAAAAAAABSs/VNuAvOq9Ydo/s320/Picture+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4410270690128798475?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4410270690128798475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4410270690128798475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4410270690128798475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4410270690128798475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/05/fobissea-photos.html' title='Fobissea photos'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RnW-Ufm7ZwI/AAAAAAAABbE/dh_ylC6XM54/s72-c/Picture+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4075015636810190505</id><published>2007-05-14T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:20:11.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAhhhh</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I'LL BLOGGGG. Sigh.. My blog's getting so abandoned man.. WHERE IS THE LOVE PEOPLE??!!! "Bloody hell celaka.." EH SEHH.. so samseng.. camceng.. leng leng.. beng beng.. Lately I haven't been inspired to blog.. I'm still not.. really..  But oh what the heck man!! I'm so darn stuck with these math equations and all I need right now is to rest my brain cells from all these damn calculations. Sometimes it really works man, you go down and get a packet of chocolates or crisps, you come back up and you do the equations just like that! Once I actually slapped my head for not getting it right the first time, and for realizing how dumb of a mistake that was.. It hurt.. Like a bag of rocks smashing right onto your breasts :( I'm not weird.. I'm not weird.. I'M NOT FREAKING WEIRD!! hahaahhahahahahaha geezes I'm losing my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say this, I've gone from a living-walking ghost to a well-burnt chicken. I'm looking myself in the mirror right now and cursing at my Char siew pao-ed face.. Fobissea trainings  really make you tan man. I'm not looking forward to going to Bangkok though :(.. It's funny because I thought I'd be looking forward to this shitless!!!!!! I'm leaving next Friday and I haven't even gotten the slightest feeling of butterflies fluttering in my tummy. Sometimes I even forget about the trip! hahaha maybe because it's the whole thought of competing with far more larger people.. Competing in athletic events with tall African girls, and playing football with girls with legs the size of Mount KK. WE'RE ALL GOING TO COME BACK WITH BROKEN LEGS AND FRACTURED SKULLS!!!!!!! WAHAHHHHH~ It's all cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are starting next Monday, I CAN'T WAIT TILL IT ENDS. HAHAHAHA I'll be the happiest girl alive! Woah woah woahhh~.. Year 10's going to end already? Shit man, time flies as fast as Ann Lau's flaring nose goes when she laughs. ahaha happy days, happy days.. Year 10's been the bomb man! haha every year from now on is going to be hard workkkk. Until the day I retire! Maybe I won't need a job.. Maybe all I need is a rich hard working husband.. Maybe I could find one.. Maybe THAT'D BE PRETTY KICKASS. We'll see how everything goes.. MAYBE I WON'T BE ABLE TO FIND A BLOODY JOB, OR A RICH HARD WORKING HUSBAND. MAYBE I WONT' BE ABLE TO GET THROUGH TO UNI.. MAYBE I WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO GET THROUGH YEAR 11! hahah paranoid mannnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough. I'll blog some other time. Okay? Okay. Toodles losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4075015636810190505?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4075015636810190505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4075015636810190505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4075015636810190505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4075015636810190505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/05/wahahhhh.html' title='WAHAhhhh'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8496768394803557027</id><published>2007-05-06T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:59:30.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just a few photos that were taken this weekend. I'll blog some other time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gadong yesterday night (Spiderman! Whee. Thanks Jasmine for the tickets to the movie! :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2jI_5SjpI/AAAAAAAABOs/3AoT0ILdgzE/s1600-h/Photo#165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061380931220311698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2jI_5SjpI/AAAAAAAABOs/3AoT0ILdgzE/s320/Photo%23165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Escalator fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2jJP5SjqI/AAAAAAAABO0/sMViCCuxf-s/s1600-h/Photo#154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061380935515279010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2jJP5SjqI/AAAAAAAABO0/sMViCCuxf-s/s320/Photo%23154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2jJf5SjrI/AAAAAAAABO8/2qB6obtgeoY/s1600-h/Photo#155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061380939810246322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2jJf5SjrI/AAAAAAAABO8/2qB6obtgeoY/s320/Photo%23155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Betty and Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fFv5SjkI/AAAAAAAABOE/Rd_2EPNyjEE/s1600-h/Photo#156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061376477339225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fFv5SjkI/AAAAAAAABOE/Rd_2EPNyjEE/s320/Photo%23156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fF_5SjlI/AAAAAAAABOM/xGR7ouDGysE/s1600-h/Photo#159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061376481634192978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fF_5SjlI/AAAAAAAABOM/xGR7ouDGysE/s320/Photo%23159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fGP5SjmI/AAAAAAAABOU/BiMtLrYJN5E/s1600-h/Photo#161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061376485929160290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fGP5SjmI/AAAAAAAABOU/BiMtLrYJN5E/s320/Photo%23161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fGf5SjnI/AAAAAAAABOc/-Y7t0F6b_CU/s1600-h/Photo#162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061376490224127602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2fGf5SjnI/AAAAAAAABOc/-Y7t0F6b_CU/s320/Photo%23162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah, so paikia man this Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2baf5SjfI/AAAAAAAABNc/LCvchWVaA-0/s1600-h/Photo#143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061372435775000050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2baf5SjfI/AAAAAAAABNc/LCvchWVaA-0/s320/Photo%23143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE WANT OUR PIZZA HUT. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2bav5SjgI/AAAAAAAABNk/RRhvKEsslyM/s1600-h/Photo#149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061372440069967362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2bav5SjgI/AAAAAAAABNk/RRhvKEsslyM/s320/Photo%23149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ba_5SjhI/AAAAAAAABNs/QClk8T22sw4/s1600-h/Photo#150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061372444364934674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ba_5SjhI/AAAAAAAABNs/QClk8T22sw4/s320/Photo%23150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cigarette burn on my forehead :( sigh. Azim-abusement man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2bbP5SjiI/AAAAAAAABN0/raS6o6vXIAw/s1600-h/Photo#151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061372448659901986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2bbP5SjiI/AAAAAAAABN0/raS6o6vXIAw/s320/Photo%23151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patiently waiting for our god-damn pizzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2bbf5SjjI/AAAAAAAABN8/sQCXXr39sfo/s1600-h/Photo#153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061372452954869298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2bbf5SjjI/AAAAAAAABN8/sQCXXr39sfo/s320/Photo%23153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent show in Friday! Fund-raising event for the Fobissea guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZQP5SjaI/AAAAAAAABM0/qylLviMr40o/s1600-h/IMG_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061370060658085282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZQP5SjaI/AAAAAAAABM0/qylLviMr40o/s320/IMG_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZRP5SjbI/AAAAAAAABM8/h9JliFeZ1I0/s1600-h/IMG_1761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061370077837954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZRP5SjbI/AAAAAAAABM8/h9JliFeZ1I0/s320/IMG_1761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woooooo look at them pop their butts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZRf5SjcI/AAAAAAAABNE/0T8Yo8WCXQE/s1600-h/IMG_1763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061370082132921794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZRf5SjcI/AAAAAAAABNE/0T8Yo8WCXQE/s320/IMG_1763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matin and Mr. Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZSf5SjdI/AAAAAAAABNM/HmxkBWOUWpg/s1600-h/IMG_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061370099312790994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZSf5SjdI/AAAAAAAABNM/HmxkBWOUWpg/s320/IMG_1768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pop their butts again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZSv5SjeI/AAAAAAAABNU/17KMkkzicGs/s1600-h/IMG_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061370103607758306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2ZSv5SjeI/AAAAAAAABNU/17KMkkzicGs/s320/IMG_1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fobissea gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2SjP5SjVI/AAAAAAAABMM/gjzGpRPcvlU/s1600-h/IMG_1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061362690494205266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2SjP5SjVI/AAAAAAAABMM/gjzGpRPcvlU/s320/IMG_1682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Sjv5SjWI/AAAAAAAABMU/GNxVh14QLas/s1600-h/IMG_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061362699084139874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Sjv5SjWI/AAAAAAAABMU/GNxVh14QLas/s320/IMG_1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XI SHUA SHUA, XI SHUA SHUA, XI SHUA SHUA - OOO OOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2SkP5SjXI/AAAAAAAABMc/cA8r6O_X3-o/s1600-h/IMG_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061362707674074482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2SkP5SjXI/AAAAAAAABMc/cA8r6O_X3-o/s320/IMG_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their silly dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Skf5SjYI/AAAAAAAABMk/usyvvKbKtbo/s1600-h/IMG_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061362711969041794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Skf5SjYI/AAAAAAAABMk/usyvvKbKtbo/s320/IMG_1742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristy and Jasmine Blundell's hip hop dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Skv5SjZI/AAAAAAAABMs/yFWLQUX0USo/s1600-h/IMG_1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061362716264009106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Skv5SjZI/AAAAAAAABMs/yFWLQUX0USo/s320/IMG_1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was very groovy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EXP5SjLI/AAAAAAAABK8/AowF6CWvJQU/s1600-h/IMG_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061347091172986034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EXP5SjLI/AAAAAAAABK8/AowF6CWvJQU/s320/IMG_1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EXf5SjMI/AAAAAAAABLE/AirIBq0ium8/s1600-h/IMG_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061347095467953346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EXf5SjMI/AAAAAAAABLE/AirIBq0ium8/s320/IMG_1668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EXv5SjNI/AAAAAAAABLM/4itUuZMd3oM/s1600-h/IMG_1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061347099762920658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EXv5SjNI/AAAAAAAABLM/4itUuZMd3oM/s320/IMG_1669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EYP5SjOI/AAAAAAAABLU/pFXWWe3nPM0/s1600-h/IMG_1670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061347108352855266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EYP5SjOI/AAAAAAAABLU/pFXWWe3nPM0/s320/IMG_1670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EYP5SjPI/AAAAAAAABLc/Cl-IKdypngc/s1600-h/IMG_1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061347108352855282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2EYP5SjPI/AAAAAAAABLc/Cl-IKdypngc/s320/IMG_1671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2BzP5SjGI/AAAAAAAABKU/x2Qhzp-jKsc/s1600-h/IMG_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061344273674439778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2BzP5SjGI/AAAAAAAABKU/x2Qhzp-jKsc/s320/IMG_1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHA Ann Lau so serious man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Bzv5SjHI/AAAAAAAABKc/ul2FnxjO7hw/s1600-h/IMG_1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061344282264374386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Bzv5SjHI/AAAAAAAABKc/ul2FnxjO7hw/s320/IMG_1654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wahahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Bz_5SjII/AAAAAAAABKk/YDPfZWVthW8/s1600-h/IMG_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061344286559341698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2Bz_5SjII/AAAAAAAABKk/YDPfZWVthW8/s320/IMG_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! I think I just shit in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2B0f5SjJI/AAAAAAAABKs/Pbc8guOuCPg/s1600-h/IMG_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061344295149276306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2B0f5SjJI/AAAAAAAABKs/Pbc8guOuCPg/s320/IMG_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We like to turn people on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2B0v5SjKI/AAAAAAAABK0/kYvwMTME6qQ/s1600-h/IMG_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061344299444243618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2B0v5SjKI/AAAAAAAABK0/kYvwMTME6qQ/s320/IMG_1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-0f5SjBI/AAAAAAAABJs/cf4suMu-TTs/s1600-h/IMG_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061340996614392850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-0f5SjBI/AAAAAAAABJs/cf4suMu-TTs/s320/IMG_1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PEAAANUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-0_5SjCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/mDbCjR_z0aQ/s1600-h/IMG_1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061341005204327458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-0_5SjCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/mDbCjR_z0aQ/s320/IMG_1638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-1f5SjDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Agb2ajgzyiE/s1600-h/IMG_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061341013794262066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-1f5SjDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Agb2ajgzyiE/s320/IMG_1641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azim the stinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-1_5SjEI/AAAAAAAABKE/3lQAKHrXmfA/s1600-h/IMG_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061341022384196674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-1_5SjEI/AAAAAAAABKE/3lQAKHrXmfA/s320/IMG_1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the hell are you doing Harry?!?! hahaha pro photographer, pro photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-2f5SjFI/AAAAAAAABKM/U2JGQlc4_BQ/s1600-h/IMG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061341030974131282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1-2f5SjFI/AAAAAAAABKM/U2JGQlc4_BQ/s320/IMG_1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry's photography skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17K_5Si8I/AAAAAAAABJE/91qtjpxZVms/s1600-h/IMG_1585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061336985114938306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17K_5Si8I/AAAAAAAABJE/91qtjpxZVms/s320/IMG_1585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woooo! So hot man this dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17MP5Si9I/AAAAAAAABJM/3ewwbZPHvfk/s1600-h/IMG_1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061337006589774802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17MP5Si9I/AAAAAAAABJM/3ewwbZPHvfk/s320/IMG_1586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at him go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17NP5Si-I/AAAAAAAABJU/szlHbg1i4YU/s1600-h/IMG_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061337023769644002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17NP5Si-I/AAAAAAAABJU/szlHbg1i4YU/s320/IMG_1612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17Of5Si_I/AAAAAAAABJc/0YiXhtec0VE/s1600-h/IMG_1613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061337045244480498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17Of5Si_I/AAAAAAAABJc/0YiXhtec0VE/s320/IMG_1613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17O_5SjAI/AAAAAAAABJk/Fj7cqFfTkg0/s1600-h/IMG_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061337053834415106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj17O_5SjAI/AAAAAAAABJk/Fj7cqFfTkg0/s320/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial kiler shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8496768394803557027?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8496768394803557027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8496768394803557027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8496768394803557027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8496768394803557027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-few-photos-that-were-taken-this.html' title=''/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj2jI_5SjpI/AAAAAAAABOs/3AoT0ILdgzE/s72-c/Photo%23165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-6632974551435891131</id><published>2007-05-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:30:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few photos that were taken over the last weekend. Jasmine's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj10Bv5Si5I/AAAAAAAABIs/qz7ea8xk9iE/s1600-h/IMG_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061329129619753874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj10Bv5Si5I/AAAAAAAABIs/qz7ea8xk9iE/s320/IMG_1426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azim gets the Pizza Hut?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj10B_5Si6I/AAAAAAAABI0/yqxcnh2iql8/s1600-h/IMG_1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061329133914721186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj10B_5Si6I/AAAAAAAABI0/yqxcnh2iql8/s320/IMG_1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh yeahh.. Scratch my ass a little moreeeeee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj10CP5Si7I/AAAAAAAABI8/Ej_-GxHXyks/s1600-h/IMG_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061329138209688498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj10CP5Si7I/AAAAAAAABI8/Ej_-GxHXyks/s320/IMG_1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What you want? Cibai..." Ehh seh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1br_5SiyI/AAAAAAAABH0/y-TNskLbd1o/s1600-h/IMG_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061302367678532386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1br_5SiyI/AAAAAAAABH0/y-TNskLbd1o/s320/IMG_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann Lau's dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1bsP5SizI/AAAAAAAABH8/ctqhQIx2438/s1600-h/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061302371973499698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1bsP5SizI/AAAAAAAABH8/ctqhQIx2438/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miiiiiserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1bsv5Si1I/AAAAAAAABIM/EHiYUdQmAGU/s1600-h/IMG_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061302380563434322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1bsv5Si1I/AAAAAAAABIM/EHiYUdQmAGU/s320/IMG_1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1bs_5Si2I/AAAAAAAABIU/wG8UbsEQIcE/s1600-h/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061302384858401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1bs_5Si2I/AAAAAAAABIU/wG8UbsEQIcE/s320/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiss my ass! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Ha_5SitI/AAAAAAAABHM/dFu2wmxlwxE/s1600-h/IMG_1377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061280085388200658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Ha_5SitI/AAAAAAAABHM/dFu2wmxlwxE/s320/IMG_1377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann Lau's 7 hours of Karaoke non-stop. Hardcore man, hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1HbP5SiuI/AAAAAAAABHU/u-Jl5v6f_bg/s1600-h/IMG_1381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061280089683167970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1HbP5SiuI/AAAAAAAABHU/u-Jl5v6f_bg/s320/IMG_1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHA, I bet that didnt' even touch the ball :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Hbf5SivI/AAAAAAAABHc/H1psTODnK1w/s1600-h/IMG_1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061280093978135282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Hbf5SivI/AAAAAAAABHc/H1psTODnK1w/s320/IMG_1395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann Lau the midget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Hbv5SiwI/AAAAAAAABHk/vnBOYtToZcI/s1600-h/IMG_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061280098273102594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Hbv5SiwI/AAAAAAAABHk/vnBOYtToZcI/s320/IMG_1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Hb_5SixI/AAAAAAAABHs/JLRD65KkmJs/s1600-h/IMG_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061280102568069906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj1Hb_5SixI/AAAAAAAABHs/JLRD65KkmJs/s320/IMG_1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhjv5SioI/AAAAAAAABGk/drAeszMCzZY/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060323660595890818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhjv5SioI/AAAAAAAABGk/drAeszMCzZY/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhjv5SipI/AAAAAAAABGs/zrZb9jAUB90/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060323660595890834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhjv5SipI/AAAAAAAABGs/zrZb9jAUB90/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jean the weirdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhj_5SiqI/AAAAAAAABG0/nExpGOYgfKA/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060323664890858146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhj_5SiqI/AAAAAAAABG0/nExpGOYgfKA/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pyscho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhj_5SirI/AAAAAAAABG8/gV7YNe8un5E/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060323664890858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhj_5SirI/AAAAAAAABG8/gV7YNe8un5E/s320/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann Lau's fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhj_5SisI/AAAAAAAABHE/nnHFpFGPlsE/s1600-h/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060323664890858178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rjnhj_5SisI/AAAAAAAABHE/nnHFpFGPlsE/s320/14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneE_5SijI/AAAAAAAABF8/585BFTp8Qks/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060319833780030002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneE_5SijI/AAAAAAAABF8/585BFTp8Qks/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneE_5SikI/AAAAAAAABGE/HbgZWbd-i7c/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060319833780030018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneE_5SikI/AAAAAAAABGE/HbgZWbd-i7c/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kooo-kooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneFP5SilI/AAAAAAAABGM/_HWXTMiz2WA/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060319838074997330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneFP5SilI/AAAAAAAABGM/_HWXTMiz2WA/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneFP5SimI/AAAAAAAABGU/VXcfIVO3718/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060319838074997346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneFP5SimI/AAAAAAAABGU/VXcfIVO3718/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneFP5SinI/AAAAAAAABGc/LS-YC9wNieI/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060319838074997362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjneFP5SinI/AAAAAAAABGc/LS-YC9wNieI/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-6632974551435891131?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/6632974551435891131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=6632974551435891131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6632974551435891131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/6632974551435891131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/05/few-photos-that-were-taken-over-last.html' title='Photo time'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rj10Bv5Si5I/AAAAAAAABIs/qz7ea8xk9iE/s72-c/IMG_1426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-2574682377627217037</id><published>2007-05-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:48:20.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Several good movies are coming out, which I'm really looking forward to. I've managed to make a list, so here you go! Be sure to check them out some time soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYf5SifI/AAAAAAAABFc/1k5KibG1u8M/s1600-h/rushhour.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060308074159573490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYf5SifI/AAAAAAAABFc/1k5KibG1u8M/s320/rushhour.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RUSH HOUR 3! Definately not something to miss. I have my hopes up on this one, rush hour 2 as I remembered was hilarious.. then again.. my sense of humor back then was a lot different from it is now. So who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYf5SigI/AAAAAAAABFk/jHxmNV4AToE/s1600-h/s3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060308074159573506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYf5SigI/AAAAAAAABFk/jHxmNV4AToE/s320/s3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shrek 3. Should be out in theaters really soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYv5SihI/AAAAAAAABFs/vwkzUNjbQds/s1600-h/simp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060308078454540818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYv5SihI/AAAAAAAABFs/vwkzUNjbQds/s320/simp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course there's The Simpsons movie. Brave with the 2-D animations haha, definately not anything to miss in the near future as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYv5SiiI/AAAAAAAABF0/MQryZGj1zqU/s1600-h/sp3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060308078454540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYv5SiiI/AAAAAAAABF0/MQryZGj1zqU/s320/sp3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who doesn't know Spiderman 3?! It's out today. I'm guessing it's fully booked throughout the whole of Brunei. haha, been the big talk for quite awhile now.. "Spiderrr mannn~ Spiderrmannn~ Spins a webbbb.. Spidermannnn~ FRIENDLYYY NEIGHBORHOODDD, SPIDERRR MANNN.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEF_5SiWI/AAAAAAAABEU/Mm5Gw7Bn0SI/s1600-h/f4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291263657576802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEF_5SiWI/AAAAAAAABEU/Mm5Gw7Bn0SI/s320/f4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah~ Fantastic 4 the second! Have my hopes real high for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGP5SiXI/AAAAAAAABEc/pToXfR7uJco/s1600-h/hp5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291267952544114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGP5SiXI/AAAAAAAABEc/pToXfR7uJco/s320/hp5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harry Potterr!! They're coming out real fast aren't they!? 13th July. Can't wait, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGP5SiYI/AAAAAAAABEk/JVjK2MG54jM/s1600-h/lflh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291267952544130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGP5SiYI/AAAAAAAABEk/JVjK2MG54jM/s320/lflh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Live free or die hard starring Bruce Willis! I saw this trailer on TV the other day, one of those action movies. Lots of cars flying around and crashing into people, and exploding hellicopters, lots of 'kan-chiong'ness and running around. I'm guessing it'd be one of those films that'd get your heart pumping real hard? Looked pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGf5SiZI/AAAAAAAABEs/JLFmQej-IjM/s1600-h/oceans.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291272247511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGf5SiZI/AAAAAAAABEs/JLFmQej-IjM/s320/oceans.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OCEANS 13!!! OMG I'M REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS!....no not really. To be honest I've never watched any of the Oceans' before. I've heard it was the bomb, but I've never gotten to actually watching it.. Maybe I'll get around to watching this one when it's out..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGf5SiaI/AAAAAAAABE0/VWW4sXC4NfA/s1600-h/pirates.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060291272247511458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnEGf5SiaI/AAAAAAAABE0/VWW4sXC4NfA/s320/pirates.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pirates of the Caribbean the third of course! Been looking forward to this since last year. CHOW YUN FAT? Shit man that was a shocker!!! I never knew he was in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-2574682377627217037?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2574682377627217037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=2574682377627217037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2574682377627217037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2574682377627217037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/05/several-good-movies-are-coming-out.html' title=''/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RjnTYf5SifI/AAAAAAAABFc/1k5KibG1u8M/s72-c/rushhour.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-7664276941397315398</id><published>2007-04-29T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:46:01.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear mosquito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sup? You've been buzzing about in my room now for quite awhile, and I have to say.. That you're fucking annoying. You've just won yourself a one-way ticket to masquito hell when I woke up this morning to find 6 different mozzie bites all over my right arm. I assume that it was you that have been sucking on my thirst quenching blood all night while I was asleep, because I've attempted countless times in trying to smack you dead everytime I see you buzzing about. I don't see two masquitoes, I only see one, and I'm certain that it's you! You blood sucking vampire that never seems to want to get out of my room even though I leave my door wide open for you. Instead you decide to hang about in my room. You're ticking me off right now too, because I see you flying around my dressing table. You look really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you you've managed to bring into my room, but I swear to Buddha that the next time I see you around me again, I'll grab you with my hand and watch you struggle while I pluck all your wings out, then I'll stick a needle through you and put you over the BBQ set and roast you into masquito-satay! Same goes to all your masquito pals. But because I've been brought up to think that my ancestors have taken the form of insects and animals.. I think I'll just smack you silly and rub you in between my palms and hear the slow "squish-squish" sounds.. SOUNDDD OF MUSICCCC~~ I'll fart right onto you if you happen to buzz pass my ass, and I'll watch you faint onto the floor. You're probably behind me and reading this.. I'm going to start hunting you down today, I swear to god. So buzz out the door while you still have the bloody chance to. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, Annnn &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-7664276941397315398?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/7664276941397315398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=7664276941397315398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7664276941397315398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/7664276941397315398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-mosquito-sup-youve-been-buzzing.html' title=''/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8131398922050064487</id><published>2007-04-22T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:27:50.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTrVH-rBI/AAAAAAAABDs/nwFHaCdu9EM/s1600-h/20042007385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056227010523606034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTrVH-rBI/AAAAAAAABDs/nwFHaCdu9EM/s320/20042007385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Empire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTr1H-rCI/AAAAAAAABD0/2JDiz8KWuiQ/s1600-h/06042007315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056227019113540642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTr1H-rCI/AAAAAAAABD0/2JDiz8KWuiQ/s320/06042007315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTsFH-rDI/AAAAAAAABD8/Ap853Y08KY0/s1600-h/20042007383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056227023408507954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTsFH-rDI/AAAAAAAABD8/Ap853Y08KY0/s320/20042007383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTsVH-rEI/AAAAAAAABEE/q8Mqqn9dCGA/s1600-h/13042007357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056227027703475266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTsVH-rEI/AAAAAAAABEE/q8Mqqn9dCGA/s320/13042007357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTslH-rFI/AAAAAAAABEM/m5O1hdXrJCY/s1600-h/13042007360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056227031998442578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTslH-rFI/AAAAAAAABEM/m5O1hdXrJCY/s320/13042007360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQwFH-q8I/AAAAAAAABDE/wjaoOW9KmRc/s1600-h/Photo#099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056223793593101250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQwFH-q8I/AAAAAAAABDE/wjaoOW9KmRc/s320/Photo%23099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for the buggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQwFH-q9I/AAAAAAAABDM/4NeL4uU9Cs4/s1600-h/Photo#103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056223793593101266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQwFH-q9I/AAAAAAAABDM/4NeL4uU9Cs4/s320/Photo%23103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQwVH-q-I/AAAAAAAABDU/1avHgRklnZ4/s1600-h/Photo#107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056223797888068578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQwVH-q-I/AAAAAAAABDU/1avHgRklnZ4/s320/Photo%23107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQw1H-q_I/AAAAAAAABDc/z7xKxKWqSs4/s1600-h/20042007391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056223806478003186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQw1H-q_I/AAAAAAAABDc/z7xKxKWqSs4/s320/20042007391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel tall!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQxFH-rAI/AAAAAAAABDk/eWT7fxAodQ0/s1600-h/20042007388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056223810772970498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitQxFH-rAI/AAAAAAAABDk/eWT7fxAodQ0/s320/20042007388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our version of Hannibal Rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHYVH-q3I/AAAAAAAABCc/TrLvIrO6WMY/s1600-h/Photo#037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056213489966558066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHYVH-q3I/AAAAAAAABCc/TrLvIrO6WMY/s320/Photo%23037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ask Azim to pose for a photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHY1H-q5I/AAAAAAAABCs/32aK6XBovg4/s1600-h/Photo#009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056213498556492690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHY1H-q5I/AAAAAAAABCs/32aK6XBovg4/s320/Photo%23009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday boy ah?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHZFH-q6I/AAAAAAAABC0/M_65l4VQL_s/s1600-h/04042007278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056213502851460002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHZFH-q6I/AAAAAAAABC0/M_65l4VQL_s/s320/04042007278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel short. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHZVH-q7I/AAAAAAAABC8/L8b2WD4eNBM/s1600-h/Photo#133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056213507146427314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitHZVH-q7I/AAAAAAAABC8/L8b2WD4eNBM/s320/Photo%23133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Staying over at Ann Lau's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFsVH-qyI/AAAAAAAABB0/wsXitQ7NLUg/s1600-h/Photo#092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056211634540686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFsVH-qyI/AAAAAAAABB0/wsXitQ7NLUg/s320/Photo%23092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'CB LA LE!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFslH-qzI/AAAAAAAABB8/218kwyqEUD4/s1600-h/CB+LA+LE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056211638835653426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFslH-qzI/AAAAAAAABB8/218kwyqEUD4/s320/CB+LA+LE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we join in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFs1H-q0I/AAAAAAAABCE/lFCRWnPzf04/s1600-h/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056211643130620738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFs1H-q0I/AAAAAAAABCE/lFCRWnPzf04/s320/wtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFtFH-q1I/AAAAAAAABCM/1BGZbbj-6Wo/s1600-h/girls+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056211647425588050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFtFH-q1I/AAAAAAAABCM/1BGZbbj-6Wo/s320/girls+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFtFH-q2I/AAAAAAAABCU/HKOo_i_Nx24/s1600-h/group+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056211647425588066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitFtFH-q2I/AAAAAAAABCU/HKOo_i_Nx24/s320/group+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8131398922050064487?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8131398922050064487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8131398922050064487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8131398922050064487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8131398922050064487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/04/photo-time.html' title='Photo time'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RitTrVH-rBI/AAAAAAAABDs/nwFHaCdu9EM/s72-c/20042007385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-5488264731761286765</id><published>2007-04-22T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:15:02.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannibals, bees and legs</title><content type='html'>Heliooo-Cheriooo! My computer has finally decided to let me blog. GodDamn it, stupid Internet Explorer. So yipee-yoo hah, I'll try my best to blog a little more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been up man.. Here I am, trying to complete my business project by Tuesday, and I don't think I'm doing too much of a good job here - For one, I'm here blogging instead of actually trying to complete it. Business studies I swear to Buddha is being a big bitch in a turd-bucket! I really want tie it around a tree with a rope and let a horse drag the other end of the rope until it gets way too tight for it to handle. The pressure will eventually work itself up its throat and pop its guts out of its head! :( I have to work on my originality, because if it's sounding a little familiar to you, it's from Hannibal Rising..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which by the way, you have to check out! It's really gruesome-ish, brutally gross in the coolest way ever you dont' want to miss! So you know, be sure to watch it.. After watching it, I had the weirdest dream/nightmare ever. I was somewhere, GodDamn-it I can't remember where.. But I was somewhere, and a fat ass bee came chasing me. It eventually bit me at 2 spots on my leg, the first time as I remembered wasn't too painful.. but the second time it stung me, it hurt shitless. The 2 spots started to itch like crazy, but the second spot it stung me at was itching exceptionally bad.. So bad to the extent that I actually bit a whole chunk of my leg out. Obviously, it wasn't itching anymore, because the whole chunk of that meat had been bitten off by me. For some reason, I vaguely remember actually seeing the layers of meat where it had been bitten off.. It was spongey and white..? I'm not certainly sure whether it was a nightmare or a dream, because I dont' remember being scared, and I didn't wake up to a pool of sweat beside me. But when I actually recall the dream, I would think to my self; Mann.. that's one fucked up nightmare! During basketball training the next morning, I suddenly realized what my dream/nightmare could've been related to! The biting a chunk off my leg was obvious.. It was from all those disturbing scenes from Hanibal Rising. The bee? It was the book I was reading before I went to bed, 'The secret life of bees'. But fuckdown.. Why my leg? It was probably because of the obsession I have with my legs, and how self concious I am with them. I remember thinking to myself in my dream "shit.. My leg's going to look soo fucked up now.." HAHAHAHA. That was one crazy sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a dream could be related to events that had happened beforehand. I've always thought dreams were just random thoughts that streamed across your mind while you're off in Slumber-land.. It really has been the first time I've ever really actually been in one of these situations, where I realize that the dream I've just had were related to events that had happened the day before, or just generally relating to me - myself. I know I've seen movies where people have nightmares of them being chased by big bunnies, because they have a phobia of bunnies. But hrmm.. It's not often I actually could find what my dreams were about. Usually I'd sweep them off my shoulder, and go back to bed for another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, lately I've been feeling really lazy.. I dont' have the urge to break out of my house anymore, rather I'd stay cooped up in my room and listen to slow Indie-Rock music. The best way to clear your head man! haha When you listen to the right music, you get that certain feeling that everything's going to be cool, and everything's happy. You get that little tinggle feeling inside, and you just cant' wait to be up for anything that's coming your way. Well, to me anyway, hahaha and Oh my god is this Indie-Music doing its job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, photos are posted above! I'll update another time. Toodly doos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-5488264731761286765?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/5488264731761286765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=5488264731761286765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5488264731761286765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/5488264731761286765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/04/cannibals-bees-and-legs.html' title='Cannibals, bees and legs'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-3637361334839728387</id><published>2007-04-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:56:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLOG'S STILL ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>Fuckdown!! It's been forever since I last blogged, man is my blog dead. New layout, new layout if you guys have not realised. Was feeling very environmental, so I thought a nice green layout for my dead blog would be pretty. Carrie helped me with it, so credits to her *clap clap* *pat pat* *tap tap* *snap snap* *spit spit* to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you guys are wondering why the sudden runaway from my blog - several reasons; my internet explorer wouldnt' let me get into blogger.com, so that's pretty fucked up if you ask me. Kill the blogger/internet explorer gang then they know! I've really been lazy with all this blogging things with all the damn school projects and Fobissea training coming up, and I sort of forgot about my blog :(. BUT HERE I AM, and I've got a gazillion-bazillion-mazillion-razillion-annazilion things to post up about, but I really haven't got the time and I feel a little chemical reaction going on in my head, it's going to explode soon with a head ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okley-dokley, mokley-hokley.. Well, first of all, let me start you of with a word of advice: Never buy food or go into a restaurant when you're hungry. If you go into a supermarket with an empty trolley when you're hungry, you'll come out with a trolley full of Lays crisps, Crunchy chocolates, Ice-cream, sweets, candies and everything nice. Totally not the best thing to do if you're planning on saving up for a birthday gift. Same goes to restaurants really, you grab a menu and you order everything that sounds so good. You go in feeling empty and skinny, and you come out feeling like a pregnant pinyata stuffed with meat, fats and calories. Now, that isn't the best thing to do if you're planning in going on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word of advice: Don't go into the female's toilet alone in Centrepoint next to coffee bean/Dynasty. Fuckdownnn, a pervert cleaner who works there likes to peek in whenever a girl enters the toilet. It's scary, and it makes you wonder what he really had planned up his sleeves. I went in alone, not to take a piss, but to fix my hair. Moments later, the door opens, and a head pops in and runs off instantly after seeing me. I'm convinced it was the cleaner! Because it happened two times in a row, god dammit! What, he doesn't have enough money to get some porn CD's, and has to experience having pleasure by peeking into a female's toilet?! Cibaiii... The next time I go in, I'll be sure to take a video of him peeking in again (If he ever does) Made me wonder.. What if I actually was taking a piss? What could he have possibly done? Maybe he gets the pleasure from hearing girls take a piss. You never know, sick people these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say 'Bang', you say 'Kok'! - 'Bang'! '..Cock?' That's right! Bangkok here I come! I've only been there once, and I hardly remember anything from that trip. Maybe a vague memory of me being scared shitless of the largest elephant I've ever seen, but I'd get to go back to all of that in May for Fobissea! I'm really looking forward to it, except all the damn trainings I have to go through, really not up for that shit. But I'm just hoping time would fast forward itself to the day we all get to the airport, yay! I'd be so excited, I'd probably pee in my pants on the way to the airport. So that's all good, something I get to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished OC Season 3 a weekend ago, and oh my god am I glad I got over that. People decided to spoil it for me and told me Marissa was going to die, but then I realized that I had been looking forward to the scene where she bloody dies. She had been annoying throughout the whole of OC, I really wanted to enter the TV screen and stranggle her till she chokes and dies! One thing for sure, is that OC really gives you the feeling of wanting to be in a relationship. That's what I find so fustrating. You just dream about it all and it makes you want to have something like that. The whole 'spending your days with a boyfriend' thing, and being picked up by a boyfriend and going to the beach, doing shit stunts and getting into trouble with them, having fun with them, calling them and just wanting to talk to them, telling them your deepest secret or simply just going through everything with them, you know..  all that crappy-crap-crap. Though I'd prefer a Summer-Seth relationship to a Ryan-Marissa relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a few photos up soon, well no maybe not. I'm on the other computer at the moment, my computer won't let me log into blogger.com. So for now, enjoy. Toodles. Might be awhile until the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-3637361334839728387?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3637361334839728387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=3637361334839728387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3637361334839728387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3637361334839728387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-blogs-still-alive.html' title='MY BLOG&apos;S STILL ALIVE!!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-3838917395707692419</id><published>2007-03-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:23:26.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it to me</title><content type='html'>Was listening to MTV yesterday afternoon, and got a glimpse of Timbaland's new video. It's called 'Give it to me' - Timbaland feat. Nelly Furtado and Justin Timberlake.  Check it out! Here it is :) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yei5jFdyCFo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh.. Pretty catchy tune if u ask me, but the lyrics are so kambang man. hahahah Not a big fan of this song, but is a pretty good feet tapping, finger snapping song to listen to when you're in a mood for some lonesome dancing in your room by yourself (hehe, loser loner). Toodles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-3838917395707692419?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/3838917395707692419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=3838917395707692419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3838917395707692419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/3838917395707692419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/03/give-it-to-me.html' title='Give it to me'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8250047244876496101</id><published>2007-03-16T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:46:47.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with my eyes</title><content type='html'>HO-LI-DAY! hehehe. School's out for two weeks! Though it'd be much better if it was a little longer.. :( Nothing's been up! Haven't been beerhloggin for quite awhile, because I just hadn't been bothered to.. And I've just been damn sleepy every damn day of every damn week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Ms. Wong asked us over to her place, hehehe. I think it was a little 'thank you' gift for being good helpers at BGIC ;) Honestly, they make such a big deal out of this helper thing.. We didn't do much really.. But whatever :P They could fill us up with chocolates and certificates as much as they want, We'd be more than happy to have them all ;) Well, Ms. Wong's Was pretty rad! No, not really.. But I had a good time there laughing with my friends. There were so many other old people there that we didnt' know, so we had our little chinese gang of girls take over the sofas' at the living room. Pretty kickass! There isn't much to say about it, but the pictures below will help sum it all up. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the damn sniffles and snuffles today after school. Catching the cold isn't the most comforting thing ever :(.. But it could be a nice thought when you get to lie in bed and laugh at your friends who are in school :P But what a day to catch a cold! School's out, the weekend's here, and I had a Chem test today I didn't get to miss because I only realised I was coming down with the flu towards the end of the school day :@! So depressed.. I had to go over to Ann Lau's after school today sniffing and itching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this really short, feeling a little tired and worned out. I think I'll drag myself to my bed and have a good sleep until the sounds of my tummy grumbling wake me up. hehe :P I should be having dinner at this moment, but I really can't be arsed to walk all the way down! So I'm off! Toodles for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpoiWqXtII/AAAAAAAABBA/Yyqg-Yv3yUo/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042457672202826882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpoiWqXtII/AAAAAAAABBA/Yyqg-Yv3yUo/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rfpoi2qXtJI/AAAAAAAABBI/UtIJQlMg8rc/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042457680792761490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rfpoi2qXtJI/AAAAAAAABBI/UtIJQlMg8rc/s320/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpojGqXtKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/kHzqrdWw8BE/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042457685087728802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpojGqXtKI/AAAAAAAABBQ/kHzqrdWw8BE/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpojmqXtLI/AAAAAAAABBY/crPhBDD9MfA/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042457693677663410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpojmqXtLI/AAAAAAAABBY/crPhBDD9MfA/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rfpoj2qXtMI/AAAAAAAABBg/w_FBkEddFsw/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042457697972630722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rfpoj2qXtMI/AAAAAAAABBg/w_FBkEddFsw/s320/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third attempt! The fiesty little monster finally stops moving!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042452814594815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpkHmqXtGI/AAAAAAAABAw/H9AyBP8_U5M/s320/Copy+of+DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042487264527496402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfqDc2qXtNI/AAAAAAAABBo/hzp-jjExuWA/s320/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpkIGqXtHI/AAAAAAAABA4/-dr_SuIv7wM/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042452823184749682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpkIGqXtHI/AAAAAAAABA4/-dr_SuIv7wM/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/onlx6PNpV1E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then I decided to do a little dance because I liked the music, and got sick of the food I was eating, hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8250047244876496101?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8250047244876496101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8250047244876496101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8250047244876496101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8250047244876496101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/03/dancing-with-my-eyes.html' title='Dancing with my eyes'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RfpoiWqXtII/AAAAAAAABBA/Yyqg-Yv3yUo/s72-c/DSC00969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-4298674029200717588</id><published>2007-03-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:17:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We aren't stalkers ;D fo sho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re124gB6KzI/AAAAAAAABAI/LfXq9OeMBFY/s1600-h/DSC05665[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038814271140145970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re124gB6KzI/AAAAAAAABAI/LfXq9OeMBFY/s320/DSC05665%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charity photo - orang cacat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re124wB6K0I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WCKOfmt3MEg/s1600-h/DSC05641[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038814275435113282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re124wB6K0I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WCKOfmt3MEg/s320/DSC05641%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re125AB6K1I/AAAAAAAABAY/MjvBcskrb-g/s1600-h/DSC05619[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038814279730080594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re125AB6K1I/AAAAAAAABAY/MjvBcskrb-g/s320/DSC05619%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zAB6KuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bwoF19a1XJc/s1600-h/th_DSC05629[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038813077139237602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zAB6KuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bwoF19a1XJc/s320/th_DSC05629%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zAB6KvI/AAAAAAAAA_o/UjTFgy9KsWE/s1600-h/DSC05698[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038813077139237618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zAB6KvI/AAAAAAAAA_o/UjTFgy9KsWE/s320/DSC05698%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zQB6KwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/yaKaFksQqgQ/s1600-h/DSC05693[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038813081434204930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zQB6KwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/yaKaFksQqgQ/s320/DSC05693%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Empire with FREEEEEE - DAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zgB6KxI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Zf5gHXG5E5w/s1600-h/DSC05680[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038813085729172242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zgB6KxI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Zf5gHXG5E5w/s320/DSC05680%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zgB6KyI/AAAAAAAABAA/UzzqYMSs1x4/s1600-h/DSC05679[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038813085729172258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11zgB6KyI/AAAAAAAABAA/UzzqYMSs1x4/s320/DSC05679%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038812325519960722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11HQB6KpI/AAAAAAAAA-4/WCeAYV9dYvM/s320/DSC05541%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like one of those Lion dance photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038812329814928034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11HgB6KqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/7a-BXwjkzSA/s320/DSC05543%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want one! BGIC photos for 20 bucks! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038812329814928050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11HgB6KrI/AAAAAAAAA_I/7m0L1iP1BJE/s320/DSC05551%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038794720449014338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1lGgB6KkI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/eEi36s6uX4M/s320/bgichelpers%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038812329814928066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11HgB6KsI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uwAjJxkJI7A/s320/DSC05600%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038812334109895378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re11HwB6KtI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/WHj5cfL2Np0/s320/DSC05618%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;emo/bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038794711859079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1lGAB6KiI/AAAAAAAAA-A/yhRtbEVtpHk/s320/28022007055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wednesday rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038797464933116530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1nmQB6KnI/AAAAAAAAA-o/lPbFSSVMMZE/s320/Photo%23079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038794703269145106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1lFgB6KhI/AAAAAAAAA94/PFbYVZdQa3M/s320/28022007051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038794716154047026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1lGQB6KjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/2b1nPNDU-aI/s320/28022007058(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038797464933116514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1nmQB6KmI/AAAAAAAAA-g/TIX9rnluVWs/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jasmine's open house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038794724743981650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1lGwB6KlI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/FyqnXT_RYUI/s320/Copy+of+DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038797469228083842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re1nmgB6KoI/AAAAAAAAA-w/nV8NJ02cOtc/s320/IMG_4365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Trying to "fit in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More photos will be uploaded soooooon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-4298674029200717588?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/4298674029200717588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=4298674029200717588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4298674029200717588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/4298674029200717588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/03/charity-photo-orang-cacat-introducing.html' title='We aren&apos;t stalkers ;D fo sho!'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Re124gB6KzI/AAAAAAAABAI/LfXq9OeMBFY/s72-c/DSC05665%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-2477703703065748485</id><published>2007-03-06T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:11:15.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a helper rocks</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for such a long time, just couldn't be arsed.. But here I go anyway! By the way, a Happy belated chinese new year to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole weekend was packed shitless outta my mind. We had the &lt;strong&gt;BGIC at the ICC&lt;/strong&gt; that ran from Friday - Monday. I couldn't be bothered to sign up as a delegate, so I was a helper instead. Being a helper rocked! hahahahahaha.. We didnt' have to sit through those boring talks, and we get to play cards outside. We get to eat before everyone else does, and we get to meet new friends :)! It was all really cool, but next year hopefully I'd be a delegate :P. But after all the damn delegates left, we had to lift all the tables and chairs from each room into the storage (including the big ass main conference hall). Wasn't too bad, we had quite a few people anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night,&lt;/strong&gt; right after the first day of BGIC - we followed &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine's&lt;/strong&gt; ride to her place, because she had an&lt;strong&gt; open house&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday night&lt;/strong&gt;, right after the second day of BGIC - we went to &lt;strong&gt;Tet wee's for an open house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday night&lt;/strong&gt;, right after the third day of BGIC - me and my family had a &lt;strong&gt;chap goh mei&lt;/strong&gt; dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday night&lt;/strong&gt;, after the last day of BGIC - we had a kick ass dinner, presentation, performance and a disco at the &lt;strong&gt;Empire ball room&lt;/strong&gt;. It was really fun :) We all rocked the dance floor with our lame dance moves man (&lt;strong&gt;Carrie, Chen, Jean, Ann lau, Wan jing, Rachel, Freddy, Javon, and me&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know, killing me with the lack of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ann Lau, Carrie, Wan Jing, Jean, Rachel&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; came up with so many inside jokes throughout the BGIC. There was the "cute guy" hand signal, the half time show, the "food complainer" imitation, the evil lunchladies, the pullin of Ann Lee's, sigh.. Our food station was the best. We spent half of the time stalking the &lt;strong&gt;delegate of China&lt;/strong&gt;, hahahaha. I think he sorta figured out that we were stalking him, but who cares.. He lives in KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'll stop here. I took a day off school today, because I really couldn't be arsed to go.. So i'm going back to bed. &lt;strong&gt;Till then, toodles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;strong&gt;Photos will be uploaded in another post&lt;/strong&gt;, once I collect them all from everyone's camera. Have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-2477703703065748485?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/2477703703065748485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=2477703703065748485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2477703703065748485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/2477703703065748485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-helper-rocks.html' title='Being a helper rocks'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-8292183452808850044</id><published>2007-02-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:25:51.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread tha Loveeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdMlVI81ddI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gTbOjfKDJ5k/s1600-h/Photo%23053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031406253813102034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdMlVI81ddI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gTbOjfKDJ5k/s320/Photo%23053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; I want to wish all of you guys a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's!&lt;/strong&gt; [Well, mainly to all the couples out there anyway] and a Happy Emo day for all the Anti-Valentiner's [Singles :(]. I think Valentine's day is such a stupid day. No offence to all those couples who love to get down and dirty on this particular day, but it's so depressing for all the singles and all the other people who has got no dates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's been 26 years! 26 bloody long years, my parents had been together for. Damn! How do they even do it? They got married 26 years ago on Valentine's day :) and so, &lt;strong&gt;Happy anniversary Mi and Di!&lt;/strong&gt; [If you're reading this]. Hope there will be many more to come! And thanks for staying together after all these years, and having to cope with me, jie and koh! You guys did a damn good job :)! Glad to know that you aren't getting bored of each other. Looking forward to your 27th anniversary in 2008 already :). &lt;strong&gt;hahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahaahahahhahhahahahahahahah&lt;/strong&gt;.. Look what I found hanging in my parent's bedroom wall -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdMlVY81deI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tqI-3SED46o/s1600-h/Photo%23057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031406258108069346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdMlVY81deI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tqI-3SED46o/s320/Photo%23057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; Damn old fashion looking I tell you. What's up with your crazily bushy hair mi?! :P !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese new year&lt;/strong&gt; is coming up this Sunday, so empty out your wallet guys! Time to collect some easy cash! Kaching, kaching! And I'm off to &lt;strong&gt;KL on Friday&lt;/strong&gt;! Tomorrow and the morning after I'm performing a chinese dance [Thousand hands of Buddha or something (?)] for the school. I'm not nervous, but I reckon I'd start feeling all shaky and jumpy about 10 minutes before the performance, because that always happens - and I dont' like that feeling :(.. Feels like I've got snakes slithering all through my tummy. Anyway, a short post. Tooooooodles for now then. Hope you guys didn't have too much of a lonely Valentine's ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is in the air baby&lt;/strong&gt; [not really].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329802712760677562-8292183452808850044?l=ann-thebomb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/feeds/8292183452808850044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329802712760677562&amp;postID=8292183452808850044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8292183452808850044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329802712760677562/posts/default/8292183452808850044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ann-thebomb.blogspot.com/2007/02/spread-tha-loveeeee.html' title='Spread tha Loveeeee'/><author><name>annnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08785431036840267824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdMlVI81ddI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gTbOjfKDJ5k/s72-c/Photo%23053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329802712760677562.post-3108603864120914752</id><published>2007-02-11T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:48:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIIIKS!&lt;/strong&gt; Weekend's long gone, and damn! We have school tomorrow! Overall though, weekend pretty kicked ass! I'll try making this post really short with words, and I'll fill it up with photos instead. I don't want to go on and on about what I did over the weekends, because I don't think you'd give a shit, but I'll just do it really briefly anyway - for me :) So I could look back at this one day, and remember all the fond memories I had with my friends. hohohohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night&lt;/strong&gt;; I went out with &lt;strong&gt;Eqbal &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt; to Gadong, then followed Jean's ride back and stayed over. Didn't do anything but eat at Gadong :(. Here are the list of cafe's and restaurants we went to, and they were all really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahan thai&lt;/strong&gt; (Next to the rainforest net place) - They have Milo's that come in cups the size of my head [even bigger] for only $1.80! :) Sakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sollitude&lt;/strong&gt; (at the Mall) - They even make water look good in the menu. Check the damn menu out, the drinks all look so good. Groovy place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funbread cafe&lt;/strong&gt; (near incomm) Funkay place. Check it out :) It has a nice atmosphere, and it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;just a really nice place to chill at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;; I had a BBQ at my place, and had most of the people come over. Pretty good turn up lah, there were &lt;strong&gt;Hui min, Ann Lau, Jean, Jasmine, Yesz, Jon ooi, Jon shim, Brian, Harry, Hazim&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Azim&lt;/strong&gt;. We ran out of honey, so Hazim, Brian, Harry, Azim and I ran to Kiarong complex in the rain with our 'tri-shields' (umbrellas') to get some honey. Tisk. Was really gross having to run in all the puddles. But it was still pretty fun :). Then &lt;strong&gt;Ann&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt; stayed over. Sigh... I love the weekends soo much. Anyway, I'm off. Till then, Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Here are a few photos that were taken over the weekend. Have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stay in school kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Pao81dUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/K_IXDxdiI-g/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030185890395551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Pao81dUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/K_IXDxdiI-g/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Playing around with Colour Accents on Jean's camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Pa481dVI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nnN0jSZkq9w/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030185894690518354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Pa481dVI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nnN0jSZkq9w/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7PbI81dWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/sXOIQK4DnxA/s1600-h/Photo%23051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030185898985485666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7PbI81dWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/sXOIQK4DnxA/s320/Photo%23051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eeeeee-kabal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7PbY81dXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4s6aQYvYyWo/s1600-h/Photo%23052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030185903280452978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7PbY81dXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4s6aQYvYyWo/s320/Photo%23052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030610851639686562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdBR6o81daI/AAAAAAAAA80/WCi5AYNRp3o/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030610855934653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdBR6481dbI/AAAAAAAAA88/BCUbGcVIIDs/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030610855934653890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdBR6481dcI/AAAAAAAAA9E/TlaA6csaFQI/s320/IMG_1970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030610851639686546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdBR6o81dZI/AAAAAAAAA8s/y78KPKM2KSg/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030184275487847666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N8o81dPI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ePkasKcNlbE/s320/P1060755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Azim has got my back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N8481dQI/AAAAAAAAA34/Cge8OpfgbK0/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030184279782814978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N8481dQI/AAAAAAAAA34/Cge8OpfgbK0/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030184314142553362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N-481dRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/4hRarSVXERE/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hiding in the room (I'm aware that it isn't the biggest room ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N_I81dSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5xvnl8_O1rg/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030184318437520674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N_I81dSI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5xvnl8_O1rg/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; hahahahhahahahaa. Messing about with scary lookin masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N_o81dTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gYgaKLCj1aY/s1600-h/IMG_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030184327027455282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7N_o81dTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gYgaKLCj1aY/s320/IMG_1953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030610847344719234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/RdBR6Y81dYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/A5VtyUWq9WA/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0I81dKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4o7YrCt3J8U/s1600-h/P1060733.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181930435703970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0I81dKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4o7YrCt3J8U/s320/P1060733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Comp's soo damn amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0Y81dLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1hma1Dvp7X8/s1600-h/P1060735.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181934730671282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0Y81dLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1hma1Dvp7X8/s320/P1060735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0Y81dMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/AlDXkLwvEVM/s1600-h/P1060743.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181934730671298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0Y81dMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/AlDXkLwvEVM/s320/P1060743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; And introducing - the SERIAL KILLER smile [as we call it ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0o81dNI/AAAAAAAAA3g/CP7XRBpkI3M/s1600-h/P1060748.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181939025638610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0o81dNI/AAAAAAAAA3g/CP7XRBpkI3M/s320/P1060748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0o81dOI/AAAAAAAAA3o/deuEjf1BxJs/s1600-h/P1060751.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181939025638626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7L0o81dOI/AAAAAAAAA3o/deuEjf1BxJs/s320/P1060751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; And then we attempt the cover girl shot ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4Y81dFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/yDY7PJEMkQA/s1600-h/P1060713.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030180903938520146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4Y81dFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/yDY7PJEMkQA/s320/P1060713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4o81dGI/AAAAAAAAA2o/xQo9628pFX8/s1600-h/P1060720.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030180908233487458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4o81dGI/AAAAAAAAA2o/xQo9628pFX8/s320/P1060720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; :) The gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4o81dHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hpHgCFMPb5w/s1600-h/P1060721.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030180908233487474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4o81dHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hpHgCFMPb5w/s320/P1060721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4481dII/AAAAAAAAA24/srwtjJC86ZM/s1600-h/P1060728.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030180912528454786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4481dII/AAAAAAAAA24/srwtjJC86ZM/s320/P1060728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; I had to post this up :) Heeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4481dJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HcWU3Hk9ChU/s1600-h/P1060732.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030180912528454802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7K4481dJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HcWU3Hk9ChU/s320/P1060732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7JqY81dAI/AAAAAAAAA14/iBUNScJqlEs/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030179563908723714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7JqY81dAI/AAAAAAAAA14/iBUNScJqlEs/s320/IMG_2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7JqY81dBI/AAAAAAAAA2A/HbbFr35W5Ck/s1600-h/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030179563908723730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7JqY81dBI/AAAAAAAAA2A/HbbFr35W5Ck/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Jqo81dCI/AAAAAAAAA2I/UXzt6rprUm4/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030179568203691042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Jqo81dCI/AAAAAAAAA2I/UXzt6rprUm4/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; LOOK! LOOK! HAZIM'S SMILING FOR A PHOTO! Oh my dear godd.. You don't get that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Jqo81dDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UDVEpK_Eb-0/s1600-h/IMG_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030179568203691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Jqo81dDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UDVEpK_Eb-0/s320/IMG_2050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Jq481dEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/NwO902M9PcM/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030179572498658370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Jq481dEI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/NwO902M9PcM/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Supper :( Soo miserable looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7In481c7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yooLCEct1R0/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030178421447422898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7In481c7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/yooLCEct1R0/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; My Lovelehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7In481c8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Fk0PblLTuJA/s1600-h/IMG_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030178421447422914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7In481c8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Fk0PblLTuJA/s320/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7IoI81c9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/pC8hbWe7tZw/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030178425742390226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7IoI81c9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/pC8hbWe7tZw/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Period face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7IoY81c-I/AAAAAAAAA1o/naUo06sJNR8/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030178430037357538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7IoY81c-I/AAAAAAAAA1o/naUo06sJNR8/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Ioo81c_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/4t7OGaAljNU/s1600-h/IMG_2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030178434332324850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Ioo81c_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/4t7OGaAljNU/s320/IMG_2043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1Y81c2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/4bBnQf7fc0A/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177553864029026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1Y81c2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/4bBnQf7fc0A/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1o81c3I/AAAAAAAAA0w/mWFhCBbGUgg/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177558158996338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1o81c3I/AAAAAAAAA0w/mWFhCBbGUgg/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1o81c4I/AAAAAAAAA04/4MXNTqzIn8w/s1600-h/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177558158996354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1o81c4I/AAAAAAAAA04/4MXNTqzIn8w/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1481c5I/AAAAAAAAA1A/JlgNXCHqOBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177562453963666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H1481c5I/AAAAAAAAA1A/JlgNXCHqOBQ/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; DAMN emo. Jon shim just looks horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H2I81c6I/AAAAAAAAA1I/j6mI8_ZrEGg/s1600-h/IMG_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030177566748930978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7H2I81c6I/AAAAAAAAA1I/j6mI8_ZrEGg/s320/IMG_2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; My Loveedoo's again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7FyY81cxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/cjLBa77HgeY/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030175303301165842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7FyY81cxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/cjLBa77HgeY/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Fyo81cyI/AAAAAAAAA0I/JZwc2n01HWE/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030175307596133154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Fyo81cyI/AAAAAAAAA0I/JZwc2n01HWE/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; The serial killer/maniac look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7FzY81czI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/pG66a5MdSxM/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030175320481035058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7FzY81czI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/pG66a5MdSxM/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Fzo81c0I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LdchoCSAhJg/s1600-h/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030175324776002370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Fzo81c0I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LdchoCSAhJg/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Fz481c1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/M4xIPrgt-gE/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030175329070969682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc7Fz481c1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/M4xIPrgt-gE/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Messing around with Colour Accents again. Green underwear and Green shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_4o81csI/AAAAAAAAAzY/m9fv0EwlMm0/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030168813605581506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_4o81csI/AAAAAAAAAzY/m9fv0EwlMm0/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_4o81ctI/AAAAAAAAAzg/YimUHJ-rr1A/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030168813605581522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_4o81ctI/AAAAAAAAAzg/YimUHJ-rr1A/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_4481cuI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0NPT0A2kMsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030168817900548834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_4481cuI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0NPT0A2kMsQ/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; ULTRA woMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_5I81cvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KMrESLl9oDc/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030168822195516146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_5I81cvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KMrESLl9oDc/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_5I81cwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PoD9LuNXrg0/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030168822195516162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc6_5I81cwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PoD9LuNXrg0/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Too much staring at the computer does this to your eyes. Tisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc69y481cnI/AAAAAAAAAyw/LYozmezHjpA/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030166515798078066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P04R4BJkHBs/Rc69y481cnI/AAAAAAAAAyw/LYozmezHjpA/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="
